Kisses are but like sands of gold and silver, found upon the ground which are not worth much themselves but as they promise a mine near too be dig'd.

- Theresa Villiers

Our Poets make us laugh at Tragœdy, And with their Comoedies they make us cry.

- Theresa Villiers

We recognised that just putting more flights and more passengers into the skies over southeast England wasn't worth the environmental costs we-re pay…

- Theresa Villiers

What a Devil is the Plot good for, but to bring in fine things?

- Theresa Villiers

Why, Sir, when I have anything to invent, I never trouble my head about it, as other men do; but presently turn over this Book, and there I have, at …

- Theresa Villiers

A mans fame and hayre grow most after death, and are both equally uselesse.

- Theresa Villiers

O! what a prodigal have I been of that most valuable of all possessions Time!

- Theresa Villiers

She that would raise a noble love must find Ways to beget a passion for her mind; She must be that which she to the world would seem, For all true lo…

- Theresa Villiers

I drink, I huff, I strut, look big and stare; And all this I can do, because I dare.

- Theresa Villiers