Thomas Otway

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

— Thomas Otway

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

— Thomas Otway

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

— Thomas Otway

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

— Thomas Otway