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.
Children blessings seem, but torments are. - Thomas Otway
Children blessings seem, but torments are.
- Thomas Otway
Ambition is a lust that is never quenched, but grows more inflamed and madder by enjoyment. - Thomas Otway
Ambition is a lust that is never quenched, but grows more inflamed and madder by enjoyment.
If we must part for ever, Give me but one kind word to think upon, And please myself withal, whilst my heart's breaking! - Thomas Otway
If we must part for ever, Give me but one kind word to think upon, And please myself withal, whilst my heart's breaking!
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 … - 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 …
Who's a prince or beggar in the grave? - Thomas Otway
Who's a prince or beggar in the grave?
O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee To temper man: we had been brutes without you. - Thomas Otway
O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee To temper man: we had been brutes without you.
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. - 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.
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… - Thomas Otway
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…
Honest men are the soft easy cushions on which knaves repose and fatten. - Thomas Otway
Honest men are the soft easy cushions on which knaves repose and fatten.
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