Occupation: Dramatist Birth: March 3, 1652 Death: April 14, 1685
Could my griefs speak, the tale would have no end..
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 w….
Children blessings seem, but torments are..
Cowards are scared with threatenings; boys are whipped into confession; but a steady mind acts of itself, ne'er asks the body counsel..
Who's a prince or beggar in the grave?.
Honesty needs no disguise nor ornament; be plain..
Justice is lame as well as blind, amongst us..
Honest men are the soft easy cushions on which knaves repose and fatten..
Avoid the politic, the factious fool, The busy, buzzing, talking harden'd knave; The quaint smooth rogue that sins against his reason, Calls saucy lo….
Clocks will go as they are set, but man, irregular man, is never constant, never certain..
Let us embrace, and from this very moment vow an eternal misery together..
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 ….
You wags that judge by rote, and damn by rule..
Who can describe Women's hypocrisies! their subtle wiles, Betraying smiles, feign'd tears, inconstancies! Their painted outsides, and corrupted minds….
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….
Ambition is a lust that is never quenched, but grows more inflamed and madder by enjoyment..
The worst thing an old man can be is a lover..
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..
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 ….
If we must part for ever, Give me but one kind word to think upon, And please myself withal, whilst my heart's breaking!.