Thomas Otway Quotes

Ambition is a lust that is never quenched, but grows more inflamed and madder by enjoyment.

If we must part for ever, Give me but one kind word to think upon, And please myself withal, whilst my heart's breaking!

False as the adulterate promises of favorites in power when poor men court them.

Could my griefs speak, the tale would have no end.

Shining through tears, like April suns in showers, that labor to overcome the cloud that loads em.

Honest men are the soft easy cushions on which knaves repose and fatten.

Cowards are scared with threatenings; boys are whipped into confession; but a steady mind acts of itself, ne'er asks the body counsel.

Let us embrace, and from this very moment vow an eternal misery together.

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.

Revenge, the attribute of gods! They stamped it with their great image on our natures.

Justice is lame as well as blind, amongst us.

Clocks will go as they are set, but man, irregular man, is never constant, never certain.

Honesty needs no disguise nor ornament; be plain.

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.

Base natures ever judge a thing above them, and hate a power they are too much obliged to.

Children blessings seem, but torments are.

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.

There is such sweet pain in parting that I could hang forever on thine arms, and look away my life into thine eyes.

Who's a prince or beggar in the grave?

No praying, it spoils business.

You wags that judge by rote, and damn by rule.

If love be treasure, we'll be wondrous rich.

O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee To temper man: we had been brutes without you.

And for an apple damn'd mankind.

And die with decency.

Greatness, thou gaudy torment of out souls, The wise man's fetter, and the rage of fools.

Love reigns a very tyrant in my heart.

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.

I may boldly speak In right, though proud oppression will not hear me!

The worst thing an old man can be is a lover.

The poor sleep little.

If we must part forever, Give me but one kind word to think uponand please myself with, while my heart's breaking.