Thomas Otway

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

What mighty ills have not been done by woman! Who was ’t betrayed the Capitol?—A woman! Who lost Mark Antony the world?—A woman! Who was the cause of a long ten years’ war, And laid at last old Troy in ashes?—Woman! Destructive, damnable, …

And die with decency.

Dear as the vital warmth that feeds my life; Dear as these eyes, that weep in fondness o’er thee.

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

O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee To temper man: we had been brutes without you. Angels are painted fair, to look like you: There ’s in you all that we believe of heaven,— Amazing brightness, purity, and truth, Eternal joy, and …