Quote#Love
In my conscience I believe the baggage loves me, for she never speaks…
Quote byWilliam Congreve · 1670–1729
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Old Bachelor (1693), Act I, scene iii.
English (original)
In my conscience I believe the baggage loves me, for she never speaks well of me herself, nor suffers any body else to rail at me.
— William Congreve
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