Greatness, thou gaudy torment of out souls, The wise man's fetter, and the rage of fools. — 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
Base natures ever judge a thing above them, and hate a power they are too much obliged to. — 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 like you;… — Thomas Otway Copy Share Image
