Here is the whole set! a character dead at every word.
Where they do agree on the stage, their unanimity is wonderful.
I ne'er could any lustre see In eyes that would not look on me; I ne'er saw nectar on a lip But where my own did hope to sip.
An unforgiving eye, and a damned disinheriting countenance!
Conscience has no more to do with gallantry than it has with politics.
Our memories are independent of our wills.