If happiness in self-content is placed, The wise are wretched, and fools only blessed. — William Congreve
Some by experience find those words mis-placed: At leisure married, they repent in haste. — William Congreve
A woman only obliges a man to secrecy, that she may have the pleasure of telling herself. — William Congreve
Music alone with sudden charms can bind The wand’ring sense, and calm the troubled mind. — William Congreve
Words are the weak support of cold indifference; love has no language to be heard. — William Congreve