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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.

Thomas Otway

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Thomas Otway
Age: 33 †
Born: 1652
Born: March 3
Died: 1685
Died: April 14
Dramatist
Playwright
Poet
Writer
Trotton with Chithurst
West Sussex
Cannot
Knaves
Littles
Flattery
Live
Fools
Little
Fool
Men
Boys
Cajole
Honest
Withal
Use
Sneaking
Art
Soften

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