Thomas Otway Quotes

Ambition is a lust that is never quenched, but grows more inflamed and madder by enjoyment.

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 industrious bees so hardly toil'd for.

If we must part for ever, Give me but one kind word to think upon, And please myself withal, whilst my heart's breaking!

Who's a prince or beggar in the grave?

Who can describe Women's hypocrisies! their subtle wiles, Betraying smiles, feign'd tears, inconstancies! Their painted outsides, and corrupted minds, The sum of all their follies, and their falsehoods.

If love be treasure, we'll be wondrous rich.

Honest men are the soft easy cushions on which knaves repose and fatten.

Oh woman! lovely woman! nature made thee To temper man; we had been brutes without you; Angels are painted fair to look like you; There's in you all that we believe of heaven, Amazing brightness, purity, and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.

Honesty needs no disguise nor ornament; be plain.

What mighty ills have not been done by woman! Who was't betray'd the Capitol? A woman; Who lost Mark Antony the world? A woman; Who was the cause of a long ten years' war, And laid at last old Troy is ashes? Woman; Destructive, damnable, deceitful woman!

Let us embrace, and from this very moment vow an eternal misery together.

You wags that judge by rote, and damn by rule.

Cowards are scared with threatenings; boys are whipped into confession; but a steady mind acts of itself, ne'er asks the body counsel.

The worst thing an old man can be is a lover.

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 plain.

The poor sleep little.

Clocks will go as they are set, but man, irregular man, is never constant, never certain.

Children blessings seem, but torments are.

False as the adulterate promises of favorites in power when poor men court them.

Justice is lame as well as blind, amongst us.

Avoid the politic, the factious fool, The busy, buzzing, talking harden'd knave; The quaint smooth rogue that sins against his reason, Calls saucy loud sedition public zeal, And mutiny the dictates of his spirit.

Home I would go But that my doors are hateful to my eyes, Fill'd and damm'd up with gaping creditors, Watchful as fowlers when their game will spring.

O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee To temper man: we had been brutes without you.

And for an apple damn'd mankind.

Honesty was a cheat invented first To bind the hands of bold deserving rogues, That fools and cowards might sit safe in power, And lord it uncontroll'd above their betters.