50 Quotes by Thomas Otway

Revenge, the attribute of gods! They stamped it with their great image on our natures.

There is such sweet pain in parting that I could hang forever on thine arms, and look away my life into thine eyes.

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

No praying, it spoils business.

Shining through tears, like April suns in showers, that labor to overcome the cloud that loads em.

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

The poor sleep little.

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.

Love reigns a very tyrant in my heart.