Who can describe Women's hypocrisies! their subtle wiles, Betraying smiles, feign'd tears, inconstancies! Their painted outsides, and corrupted minds, The sum of… — Thomas Otway Anger Copy Share Image
Shining through tears, like April suns in showers, that labour to overcome the cloud that loads 'em. — Thomas Otway April Copy Share Image
Avoid the politic, the factious fool, The busy, buzzing, talking harden'd knave; The quaint smooth rogue that sins against his reason, Calls… — Thomas Otway Busy Copy Share Image
What mighty ills have not been done by woman! Who was't betray'd the Capitol? A woman; Who lost Mark Antony the world?… — Thomas Otway Antony Copy Share Image
Revenge, the attribute of gods! They stamped it with their great image on our natures. — Thomas Otway Attributes Copy Share Image
False as the adulterate promises of favorites in power when poor men court them. — Thomas Otway Court 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 Candor Copy Share Image
If we must part forever, Give me but one kind word to think upon, And please myself with, while my heart's breaking. — Thomas Otway Broken ; heart Copy Share Image
Shining through tears, like April suns in showers, that labor to overcome the cloud that loads em. — Thomas Otway April Copy Share Image
Cowards are scared with threatenings; boys are whipped into confession; but a steady mind acts of itself, ne'er asks the body counsel. — Thomas Otway Asks Copy Share Image
