In my conscience I believe the baggage loves me, for she never speaks well of me herself, nor suffers any body else to rail at me.
William CongreveThere is nothing more unbecoming a man of quality than to laugh ... 'tis such a vulgar expression of the passion!
William CongreveDefer not till to-morrow to be wise, To-morrow's Sun to thee may never rise; Or should to-morrow chance to cheer thy sight With her enlivening and unlook'd for light, How grateful will appear her dawning rays! As favours unexpected doubly please.
William Congreve