C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
Otway
Base natures ever judge a thing above them, and hate a power they are too much obliged to.
Children blessings seem, but torments are.
Clocks will go as they are set; but man, irregular man, is never constant, never certain.
Could my griefs speak, the tale would have no end.
Cowards are scared with threatenings; boys are whipped into confession; but a steady mind acts of itself, ne’er asks the body counsel.
Dame Fortune, like most others of the female sex, is generally most indulgent to the nimble-mettled blockheads.
False as the adulterate promises of favorites in power when poor men court them.
Fine speeches are the instruments of fools or knaves, who use them when they want good sense; but honesty needs no disguise or ornament.
Honesty needs no disguise or ornament.
I know not how to tell thee! Shame rises in my face, and interrupts the story of my tongue!
If we must part forever, give me but one kind word to think upon and please myself with, while my heart is breaking.
Indeed, you thanked me; but a nobler gratitude rose in her soul, for from that hour she loved me.
Justice is lame as well as blind among us.
Love reigns a very tyrant in my heart.
No flattery, boy! an honest man cannot live by it; it is a little, sneaking art, which knaves use to cajole and soften fools withal.
Revenge, the attribute of gods! they stamped it with their great image on our natures.
She who has beauty might ensnare a conqueror’s soul, and make him leave his crown at random, to be scuffled for by slaves.
The queen of night shines fair with all her virgin stars about her.
The worst thing an old man can be is a lover.
There is such sweet pain in parting that I could hang forever on thine arms, and look away my life into thine eyes.
Welcome as happy tidings after fears.
Who’s a prince or beggar in the grave?