Richard Brinsley Sheridan quotes - page 4
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 Sheridan