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• By magic numbers and persuasive sound. -- William Congreve (1670-1729) -- The Mourning Bride, Act i, Sc.
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• Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
  -- William Congreve (1670-1729) -- The Mourning Bride, Act iii, Sc. 8...
• Music hath charms to soothe a savage breast, To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
  I've read that things inanimate have moved, And as with living souls have been inform'd By magic numbers and persuasive sound....
• If there 's delight in love, 't is when I see That heart which others bleed for, bleed for me.
  -- William Congreve (1670-1729) -- The Way of the World, Act iii, Sc. 12...
• Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 2...
• Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure
  Married in haste, we may repent at leisure. -- William Congreve (1670-1729) -- The Old Bachelor, Act v, Sc....
• Hannibal was a very pretty fellow in those days. -- William Congreve (1670-1729) -- The Old Bachelor, Act ii, Sc.
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• I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid, And not have strew'd thy grave.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act v, Sc. 1...
• Sweet are the slumbers of the virtuous man. -- Joseph Addison (1672-1719) -- Cato, Act v, Sc. 4