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… — 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 Image
O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee To temper man: we had been brutes without you. — Thomas Otway Copy Share Image
Let us embrace, and from this very moment vow an eternal misery together. — Thomas Otway Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
Greatness, thou gaudy torment of out souls, The wise man's fetter, and the rage of fools. — Thomas Otway Copy Share Image
