Thomas Otway

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

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

If we must part forever, Give me but one kind word to think upon, And please myself with, while my heart's breaking.

No praying, it spoils business.

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

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

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

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

If we must part forever Give me but one kind word to think upon And please myself with while my hearts breaking.

Justice is lame as well as blind, amongst us.

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