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    Who can describeWomen'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.
    tags: smile tears
    — Thomas Otway
    Love reigns a very tyrant in my heart.
    tags: heart
    — Thomas Otway
    Could my griefs speak, the tale would have no end.
    tags: grief
    — Thomas Otway
    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.
    tags: men live fools
    — Thomas Otway
    The worst thing an old man can be is a lover.
    tags: men lover
    — Thomas Otway
    Greatness, thou gaudy torment of out souls,The wise man's fetter, and the rage of fools.
    tags: greatness wise fools
    — Thomas Otway
    Who's a prince or beggar in the grave?
    — Thomas Otway
    False as the adulterate promises of favorites in power when poor men court them.
    tags: men power poor
    — Thomas Otway
    Dame Fortune, like most others of the female sex, is generally most indulgent to the nimble-mettled blockheads.
    tags: sex
    — Thomas Otway
    Cowards are scared with threatenings; boys are whipped into confession; but a steady mind acts of itself, ne'er asks the body counsel.
    tags: body boys mind
    — Thomas Otway
    Base natures ever judge a thing above them, and hate a power they are too much obliged to.
    tags: nature power hate
    — Thomas Otway
    There is such sweet pain in parting that I could hang forever on thine arms, and look away my life into thine eyes.
    tags: pain forever eyes
    — Thomas Otway
    Revenge, the attribute of gods! They stamped it with their great image on our natures.
    tags: nature revenge
    — Thomas Otway
    And for an apple damn'd mankind.
    tags: mankind
    — Thomas Otway
    I may boldly speak In right, though proud oppression will not hear me!
    tags: right oppression
    — Thomas Otway
    Let us embrace, and from this very moment vow an eternal misery together.
    tags: moment misery
    — Thomas Otway
    If we must part forever,Give me but one kind word to think upon,And please myself with, while my heart's breaking.
    tags: heart
    — Thomas Otway
    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.
    tags: truth nature joy believe angel heaven
    — Thomas Otway
    You wags that judge by rote, and damn by rule.
    tags: rules
    — Thomas Otway
    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!
    tags: lost year
    — Thomas Otway
    Honest men are the soft easy cushions on which knaves repose and fatten.
    tags: men
    — Thomas Otway
    How many menHave 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.
    tags: blood honey
    — Thomas Otway
    Ambition is a lust that is never quenched, but grows more inflamed and madder by enjoyment.
    tags: ambition lust
    — Thomas Otway
    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.
    tags: power honesty fools
    — Thomas Otway
    Children blessings seem, but torments are.
    tags: children blessing child
    — Thomas Otway
    You talk to me in parables.You may have known that I'm no wordy man,Fine speeches are the instruments of knavesOr fools that use them, when they want good sense;But honestyNeeds no disguise nor ornament: be plain.
    tags: speech fools
    — Thomas Otway
    And die with decency.
    tags: die
    — Thomas Otway
    The poor sleep little.
    tags: sleep poor
    — Thomas Otway
    If love be treasure, we'll be wondrous rich.
    — Thomas Otway
    Shining through tears, like April suns in showers, that labor to overcome the cloud that loads em.
    tags: tears april
    — Thomas Otway
    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.
    tags: eyes games
    — Thomas Otway
    Justice is lame as well as blind, amongst us.
    tags: justice
    — Thomas Otway
    Clocks will go as they are set, but man, irregular man, is never constant, never certain.
    tags: men
    — Thomas Otway
    No praying, it spoils business.
    tags: business
    — Thomas Otway
    Honesty needs no disguise nor ornament; be plain.
    tags: honesty
    — Thomas Otway
    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.
    tags: sin politics spirit
    — Thomas Otway
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    thomas otway
    Birth    : March 3, 1652
    Death  : April 14, 1685
    Occupation  : Dramatist