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 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 Or fools that use them, when they want good sense; But honesty Needs no disguise nor ornament: be… — 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
