John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
William Congreve 1670-1729 John Bartlett
| 1 |
| Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast, To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. |
| The Mourning Bride. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| 2 |
| By magic numbers and persuasive sound. |
| The Mourning Bride. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| 3 |
| Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. 1 |
| The Mourning Bride. Act iii. Sc. 8. |
| 4 |
| For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, And though a late, a sure reward succeeds. |
| The Mourning Bride. Act v. Sc. 12. |
| 5 |
| If there ’s delight in love, ’t is when I see That heart which others bleed for, bleed for me. |
| The Way of the World, Act iii. Sc. 12. |
| 6 |
| Ferdinand Mendez Pinto was but a type of thee, thou liar of the first magnitude. |
| Love for Love. Act ii. Sc. 5. |
| 7 |
| I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar. 2 |
| Love for Love. Act ii. Sc. 7. |
| 8 |
| Hannibal was a very pretty fellow in those days. |
| The Old Bachelor. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
| 9 |
| Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure; Married in haste, we may repent at leisure. 3 |
| The Old Bachelor. Act v. Sc. 1. |
| 10 |
| Defer not till to-morrow to be wise, To-morrow’s sun to thee may never rise. 4 |
| Letter to Cobham. |
| Note 1. We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman.—Colley Cibber: Love’s Last Shift, act iv. [back] |
| Note 2. Born in a cellar, and living in a garret.—Samuel Foote: The Author, act 2. Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.—Lord Byron: A Sketch. [back] |
| Note 3. See Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew, Quotation 10. [back] |
| Note 4. Be wise to-day, ’t is madness to defer.—Edward Young: Night Thoughts, night i. line 390. [back] |