Quotes By Thomas Otway

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

No praying, it spoils business.

Justice is lame as well as blind, amongst us.

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

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

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

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