Do thou snatch treasures from my lips, and I'll take kingdoms back from thine.
Richard Brinsley SheridanA readiness to resent injuries is a virtue only in those who are slow to injure.
Richard Brinsley SheridanNay, 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!
Richard Brinsley Sheridan