Greatness, thou gaudy torment of out souls, The wise man's fetter, and the rage of fools. — Thomas Otway Copy Share Image
Honest men are the soft easy cushions on which knaves repose and fatten. — Thomas Otway Copy Share Image
False as the adulterate promises of favorites in power when poor men court them. — Thomas Otway Copy Share Image
O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee To temper man: we had been brutes without you. — Thomas Otway Copy Share Image
Ere man's corruptions made him wretched, he Was born most noble that was born most free; Each of himself was lord; and… — Thomas Otway Copy Share Image
No flattery, boy! an honest man cannot live by it; it is a little, sneaking art, which knaves use to cajole and… — Thomas Otway Copy Share Image
You talk to me in parables. You may have known that I'm no wordy man, Fine speeches are the instruments of knaves… — Thomas Otway Copy Share Image
Oh woman! lovely woman! nature made thee To temper man; we had been brutes without you; Angels are painted fair to look… — Thomas Otway Copy Share Image
How many men Have spent their blood in their dear country's service, Yet now pine under want; while selfish slaves, That even… — Thomas Otway Copy Share Image
No flattery, boy! an honest man cannot live by it; it is a little, sneaking art, which knaves use to cajole and soften fools… — Thomas Otway Copy Share
O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee To temper man: we had been brutes without you. — Thomas Otway Copy Share
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 Copy Share
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 Copy Share
Greatness, thou gaudy torment of out souls, The wise man's fetter, and the rage of fools. — Thomas Otway Copy Share
Base natures ever judge a thing above them, and hate a power they are too much obliged to. — Thomas Otway Copy Share
Oh woman! lovely woman! nature made thee To temper man; we had been brutes without you; Angels are painted fair to look like you;… — Thomas Otway Copy Share
