William Congreve
William Congreve
William Congrevewas an English playwright and poet...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPlaywright
Date of Birth24 January 1670
ill impudence malice manners pass
Where modesty's ill manners, 'tis but fitThat impudence and malice pass for wit.
against critics mortal please scarcely sure
There are come Critics so with Spleen diseased,They scarcely come inclining to be pleased:And sure he must have more than mortal Skill,Who please one against his Will.
becomes best picture sort tenderness
Yes, but tenderness becomes me best - a sort of dyingness - you see that picture has a sort of a - ha, Foible? A swimmingness in the eyes.
free hopes sinner win
Wou'd I were free from this restraint, Or else had hopes to win her; Wou'd she cou'd make me a saint, Or I of her a sinner
Would she could make of me a saint,Or I of her a sinner.
anger fury heaven hell love nor rage woman
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
english-poet
A little disdain is not amiss; a little scorn is alluring.
admire beauty cannot true vulgar
There is in true beauty something which vulgar cannot admire
sir winning
Well, Sir Joseph, you have such a winning way with you.