Beauty is the lover's gift.

— William Congreve

Courtship is to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play.

— William Congreve

Defer not till tomorrow to be wise tomorrow's sun to thee may never rise.

— William Congreve

Fear comes from uncertainty. When we are absolutely certain whether of our worth or worthlessness we are almost impervious to fear.

— William Congreve

Fear comes from uncertainty. When we are absolutely certain, whether of our worth or worthlessness, we are almost impervious to fear.

— William Congreve

Head'n has no rage like love to hatred turn'd Nor Hell a fury like a woman scorn'd.

— William Congreve

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned.

— William Congreve

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

— William Congreve

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

— William Congreve

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

— William Congreve