Invention flags, his brain goes muddy, and black despair succeeds brown study. – William Congreve
They come together like the Coroners Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week. – William Congreve

Invention flags, his brain goes muddy, and black despair succeeds brown study. – William Congreve
They come together like the Coroners Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week. – William Congreve
Come, come, leave business to idlers, and wisdom to fools: they have need of em: wit be my faculty, and pleasure my occupation, and let father Time shake his glass. – William Congreve
A wit should no more be sincere, than a woman constant; one argues a decay of parts, as to other of beauty. – William Congreve