Date: Licens'd Decemb. 22. 1691

"I burn and am consumed with hopeless Love; those Beams in whose soft temperate warmth I wanton'd heretofore, now flash destruction to my Soul, my Treacherous greedy Eyes have suck'd the glaring Light, they have united all its Rays, and, like a burning-Glass, Convey'd the pointed Meteor to-my Hea...

— Congreve, William (1670-1729)

Date: Licens'd Decemb. 22. 1691

"Sure I dream, or I am mad, and fansie it to be Love; Foolish Girl, recal thy banish'd Reason.--Ah! would it were no more, would I could rave, sure that would give me Ease, and rob me of the Sense of Pain; at least, among my wandring Thoughts, I should at sometime light upon Aurelian, and fansie ...

— Congreve, William (1670-1729)

Date: 1700

"Love will resume his Empire in our Breasts, and every Heart, or soon or late, receive and readmit him as its lawful Tyrant"

— Congreve, William (1670-1729)

Date: 1700

"In what figure shall I give his Heart the first Impression? There is a great deal in the first impression."

— Congreve, William (1670-1729)

Date: 1700

"To think of a Whirlwind, tho' 'twere in a Whirlwind, were a Case of more steady Contemplation; a very tranquility of Mind and Mansion."

— Congreve, William (1670-1729)

Date: 1700

"A Fellow that lives in a Windmill, has not a more whimsical Dwelling than the Heart of a Man that is lodg'd in a Woman."

— Congreve, William (1670-1729)

Date: 1700

"When I did not see him I cou'd have brib'd a Villain to his Assassination; but his appearance rakes the Embers which have so long layn smother'd in my Breast."

— Congreve, William (1670-1729)

Date: 1710

"Now, when a mutual Flame you have reveal'd, / And the dear Union of our Souls is seal'd,"

— Congreve, William (1670-1729)

Date: 1710

"But thy unerring Hands, with matchless Art / Have shewn my Eyes th'Impression in my Heart;"

— Congreve, William (1670-1729)