Do thou snatch treasures from my lips, and I'll take kingdoms back from thine.

Humanity is composed but of two categories, the invalids and the nurses

Pity those whom nature abuses, never those who abuse nature.

When delicate and feeling souls are separated, there is not a feature in the sky, not a movement of the elements, not an aspiration of the breeze, but hints some cause for a lover's apprehension.

Had I a heart for falsehood framed, I ne'er could injure you.

Nay, but Jack, such eyes! such eyes! so innocently wild! so bashfully irresolute! Not a glance but speaks and kindles some thought of love! Then, Jack, her cheeks! her cheeks, Jack! so deeply blushing at the insinuations of her tell-tale eyes! Then, Jack, her lips! O, Jack, lips smiling at their own discretion! and, if not smiling, more sweetly pouting - more lovely in sullenness! Then, Jack, her neck! O, Jack, Jack!

No scandal about Queen Elizabeth, I hope?