1.
Ambition is a lust that is never quenched, but grows more inflamed and madder by enjoyment.
Thomas Otway
2.
If we must part for ever,
Give me but one kind word to think upon,
And please myself withal, whilst my heart's breaking!
Thomas Otway
3.
False as the adulterate promises of favorites in power when poor men court them.
Thomas Otway
4.
Could my griefs speak, the tale would have no end.
Thomas Otway
5.
Oh woman! lovely woman! nature made thee To temper man; we had been brutes without you; Angels are painted fair to look like you; There's in you all that we believe of heaven, Amazing brightness, purity, and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
Thomas Otway
6.
Shining through tears, like April suns in showers, that labor to overcome the cloud that loads em.
Thomas Otway
7.
How many men
Have spent their blood in their dear country's service,
Yet now pine under want; while selfish slaves,
That even would cut their throats whom now they fawn on,
Like deadly locusts, eat the honey up,
Which those industrious bees so hardly toil'd for.
Thomas Otway
8.
What mighty ills have not been done by woman!
Who was't betray'd the Capitol? A woman;
Who lost Mark Antony the world? A woman;
Who was the cause of a long ten years' war,
And laid at last old Troy is ashes? Woman;
Destructive, damnable, deceitful woman!
Thomas Otway
9.
Honest men are the soft easy cushions on which knaves repose and fatten.
Thomas Otway
10.
Cowards are scared with threatenings; boys are whipped into confession; but a steady mind acts of itself, ne'er asks the body counsel.
Thomas Otway
11.
Honesty was a cheat invented first To bind the hands of bold deserving rogues, That fools and cowards might sit safe in power, And lord it uncontroll'd above their betters.
Thomas Otway
12.
Revenge, the attribute of gods! They stamped it with their great image on our natures.
Thomas Otway
13.
Honesty needs no disguise nor ornament; be plain.
Thomas Otway
14.
Let us embrace, and from this very moment vow an eternal misery together.
Thomas Otway
15.
Avoid the politic, the factious fool,
The busy, buzzing, talking harden'd knave;
The quaint smooth rogue that sins against his reason,
Calls saucy loud sedition public zeal,
And mutiny the dictates of his spirit.
Thomas Otway
16.
Clocks will go as they are set, but man, irregular man, is never constant, never certain.
Thomas Otway
17.
Justice is lame as well as blind, amongst us.
Thomas Otway
18.
There is such sweet pain in parting that I could hang forever on thine arms, and look away my life into thine eyes.
Thomas Otway
19.
No flattery, boy! an honest man cannot live by it; it is a little, sneaking art, which knaves use to cajole and soften fools withal.
Thomas Otway
20.
No praying, it spoils business.
Thomas Otway
21.
Who can describe
Women's hypocrisies! their subtle wiles,
Betraying smiles, feign'd tears, inconstancies!
Their painted outsides, and corrupted minds,
The sum of all their follies, and their falsehoods.
Thomas Otway
22.
Who's a prince or beggar in the grave?
Thomas Otway
23.
Home I would go But that my doors are hateful to my eyes, Fill'd and damm'd up with gaping creditors, Watchful as fowlers when their game will spring.
Thomas Otway
24.
Base natures ever judge a thing above them, and hate a power they are too much obliged to.
Thomas Otway
25.
Children blessings seem, but torments are.
Thomas Otway
26.
Dame Fortune, like most others of the female sex, is generally most indulgent to the nimble-mettled blockheads.
Thomas Otway
27.
You talk to me in parables.
You may have known that I'm no wordy man,
Fine speeches are the instruments of knaves
Or fools that use them, when they want good sense;
But honesty
Needs no disguise nor ornament: be plain.
Thomas Otway
28.
You wags that judge by rote, and damn by rule.
Thomas Otway
29.
Greatness, thou gaudy torment of out souls,
The wise man's fetter, and the rage of fools.
Thomas Otway
30.
Love reigns a very tyrant in my heart.
Thomas Otway
31.
O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee
To temper man: we had been brutes without you.
Thomas Otway
32.
And die with decency.
Thomas Otway
33.
And for an apple damn'd mankind.
Thomas Otway
34.
I may boldly speak In right, though proud oppression will not hear me!
Thomas Otway
35.
If love be treasure, we'll be wondrous rich.
Thomas Otway
36.
Ere man's corruptions made him wretched, he Was born most noble that was born most free; Each of himself was lord; and unconfin'd Obey'd the dictates of his godlike mind.
Thomas Otway
37.
The poor sleep little.
Thomas Otway
38.
The worst thing an old man can be is a lover.
Thomas Otway