Richard Brinsley Sheridan

Here's to the charmer whose dimples we prize; Now to the maid who has none, sir; Here's to the girl with a pair of blue eyes, And here's to the nymph with but one, sir.

Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen; Here's to the widow of fifty; Here's to the flaunting, extravagant queen; And here's to the housewife that's thrifty. Let the toast pass,- Drink to the lass, I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.

Tale-bearers are as bad as tale-makers.

My valor is certainly going!-it is sneaking off! I feel it oozing out, as it were, at the palms of my hands!

A circulating library in a town is as an evergreen tree of diabolical knowledge.

A life spent worthily should be measured by a nobler line,-by deeds, not years.

Won't you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you.

It was an amiable weakness.

There is no trusting appearances.