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!
Richard Brinsley SheridanIf it is abuse, - why one is always sure to hear of it from one damned goodnatured friend or another!
Richard Brinsley SheridanAs there are three of us come on purpose for the game, you won't be so cantankerous as to spoil the party by sitting out.
Richard Brinsley Sheridan