Thomas Otway Quotes

No, this vile world and I have long been jangling, And cannot part on better terms than now, When only men like thee are fit to live in’t.

The poor sleep little.

Give but an Englishman his whore and ease, Beef and a sea-coal fire, he’s yours forever.

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

’Tis a ragged virtue.

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.