William Congreve - The Mourning Bride, 1697, act III scene 8

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
William Congreve - Love for Love (1695)
I came upstairs into the world; for I was born in a cellar.
William Congreve - The Mourning Bride, Act 1 Scene 1
Music has charms to soothe the savage breast
To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
William Congreve - The Mourning Bride
For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds,
And though a late, a sure reward succeeds.
William Congreve
All ambitions are lawful except those which climb upward on the miseries or credulities of mankind.
William Congreve - Love for Love (1695)
He that first cries out stop thief, is often he that has stolen the treasure.

- William Congreve - The Mourning Bride, 1697, act III scene 8