Who is William Congreve

William Congreve (24 January 1670 – 19 January 1729) was an English playwright and poet of the Restoration period. He is known for his clever, satirical dialogue and influence on the comedy of manners style of that period. He was also a minor political figure in the British Whig Party.

Early life

William Congreve was born in Bardsey Grange, on an estate near Ledston, West Riding of Yorkshire. Although Samuel Johnson disputed this, it has since been confirmed by a baptism entry for "William, sonne of Mr. William Congreve, of Bardsey grange, baptised 10 February 1669" [i.e. 1670 by the modern reckoning of the new year]. His parents were Colonel William Congreve (1637–1708) and Mary Browning (1636?–1715), who moved to London in 1672, then to the Irish port of Yo...
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William Congreve Poems

  • Buxom Joan
    A soldier and a sailor,
    A tinker and a tailor,
    Had once a doubtful strife, sir,
    To make a maid a wife, sir, ...
  • False Though She Be
    False though she be to me and love,
    I'll ne'er pursue revenge;
    For still the charmer I approve,
    Though I deplore her change....
  • A Hue And Cry After Fair Amoret
    Fair Amoret is gone astray-
    Pursue and seek her, ev'ry lover;
    I'll tell the signs by which you may
    The wand'ring Shepherdess discover....
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Change 2 Chance 1 Discover 1 Love 1 I Love You 1 Regret 1 Play 1 Sake 1 Thunder 1 Thought 1


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Ahmad05094370: “a hungry wolf at all the herd will run, in hopes, through many, to make sure of one.” –william congreve
Callalibre: heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned — william congreve's 'the mourning bride' (1697)
Davutozgur432: “a hungry wolf at all the herd will run, in hopes, through many, to make sure of one.” –william congreve
Hopopotu: “a hungry wolf at all the herd will run, in hopes, through many, to make sure of one.” –william congreve
Onlyonekas: “hell hath no fury like a woman scorned…” - william congreve
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Robin Feiner: I suddenly recalled that I was dumped, delicately, 5 decades ago with a few lines from William Congreve, so googled to try to recall them. Wouldn't you know, they came right back! Second stanza of False Though She Be (I was not, he was).

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