SaturdayJul 25, 2026
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Richard Brinsley Sheridan (October 30, 1751 - July 7, 1816) was an Irish playwright and Whig statesman.
A progeny of learning.
The surest way not to fail is to determine to succeed.
They only babble who practice not reflection. I shall think; and thought is silence.
I wish, sir, you would practice this without me. I can't stay dying here all night.
No caparisons, miss, if you please Caparisons don't become a young woman.
An unforgiving eye, and a damned disinheriting countenance.
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.
In religion as in friendship, they who profess most are ever the least sincere.
Good reading makes for damn hard writing.
It was an amiable weakness.
There is no trusting appearances.
Wont you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you.
Justiceaugust and pure, the abstract idea of all that would be perfect in the spirits and the inspirations of men!where the mind rises; where the heart expands; where the countenance is ever placid and benign; where her favorite attitude is to stoop to the unfortunate; to hear their cry and to help them; to rescue and relieve; to succor and save; majestic, from its mercy; venerable, from its Lutility; uplifted, without pride; firm without obduracy; beneficent in each preference; lovely, though in her frown!
The Right Honorable gentleman is indebted to his memory for his jests, and to his imagination for his facts.
Heres to the charmer whose dimples we prize; Now to the maid who has none, sir; Heres to the girl with a pair of blue eyes, And heres to the nymph with but one, sir.
Heres to the maiden of bashful fifteen; Heres to the widow of fifty; Heres to the flaunting, extravagant queen; And heres to the housewife thats thrifty. Let the toast pass, Drink to the lass, Ill warrant shell 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.
An oyster may be crossed in love.
As headstrong as an allegory on the banks of the Nile.
As 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.
Certainly nothing is unnatural that is not physically impossible.
Conscience has no more to do with gallantry than it has with politics.
Egad, I think the interpreter is the hardest to be understood of the two!
Had I a heart for falsehood framed, I ne'er could injure you.
He is the very pine-apple of politeness!
Here is the whole set! a character dead at every word.
I leave my character behind me.
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.
I own the soft impeachment.
If I reprehend anything in this world, it is the use of my oracular tongue, and a nice derangement of epitaphs!
Illiterate him, I say, quite from your memory.
Inconsolable to the minuet in Ariadne.
My valour is certainly going! it is sneaking off! I feel it oozing out, as it were, at the palm of my hands!
No caparisons, miss, if you please. Caparisons don't become a young woman.
No scandal about Queen Elizabeth, I hope?
Our ancestors are very good kind of folks; but they are the last people I should choose to have a visiting acquaintance with.
Sheer necessity,the proper parent of an art so nearly allied to invention.
Steal! to be sure they may; and, egad, serve your best thoughts as gypsies do stolen children,disfigure them to make 'em pass for their own.
Such protection as vultures give to lambs.
'T is safest in matrimony to begin with a little aversion.
The newspapers! Sir, they are the most villanous, licentious, abominable, infernal Not that I ever read them! No, I make it a rule never to look into a newspaper.
The quarrel is a very pretty quarrel as it stands; we should only spoil it by trying to explain it.
The Spanish fleet thou canst not see, becauseit is not yet in sight!
There 's nothing like being used to a thing.
Too civil by half.
We will not anticipate the past; so mind, young people,our retrospection will be all to the future.
Where they do agree on the stage, their unanimity is wonderful.
While his off-heel, insidiously aside, Provokes the caper which he seems to chide.
You are not like Cerberus, three gentlemen at once, are you?
You 're our enemy; lead the way, and we 'll precede.
You shall see them on a beautiful quarto page, where a neat rivulet of text shall meander through a meadow of margin.
You write with ease to show your breeding, But easy writing 's curst hard reading.
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