He who closes his ears to the views of others shows little confidence in the integrity of his own views.

— William Congreve

I came upstairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar.

— William Congreve

I know that's a secret for it's whispered everywhere.

— William Congreve

In hours of bliss we oft have met:They could not always last;And though the present I regret, I'm grateful for the past.

— William Congreve

In my conscience I believe the baggage loves me for she never speaks well of me herself nor suffers anybody else to rail at me.

— William Congreve

Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.

— William Congreve

Music hath charms to soothe a savage breast to soften rocks or bend a knotted oak.

— William Congreve

Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast.

— William Congreve

Never go to bed angry, stay up and fight.

— William Congreve

Poetry the eldest sister of all arts and parent of most.

— William Congreve