A fluent tongue is the only thing a mother don't like her daughter to resemble her in.
I leave my character behind me.
Won't you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you.
An unforgiving eye, and a damned disinheriting countenance!
A man may think an untruth as well as speak one.
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.