Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure; Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.
William CongreveBut say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved. To pass our youth in dull indifference, to refuse the sweets of life because they once must leave us, is as preposterous as to wish to have been born old, because we one day must be old.
William CongreveA hungry wolf at all the herd will run, In hopes, through many, to make sure of one.
William CongreveMr Witwould: "Pray, madam, do you pin up your hair with all your letters? I find I must keep copies." Mrs Millamant: "Only with those in verse.... I never pin up my hair with prose."
William Congreve