A mans fame and hayre grow most after death, and are both equally uselesse. — Theresa Villiers Copy Share Image
I drink, I huff, I strut, look big and stare; And all this I can do, because I dare. — Theresa Villiers Copy Share Image
She that would raise a noble love must find Ways to beget a passion for her mind; She must be that which she to… — Theresa Villiers Copy Share Image
We recognised that just putting more flights and more passengers into the skies over southeast England wasn't worth the environmental costs we-re paying. — Theresa Villiers Copy Share Image
Our Poets make us laugh at Tragœdy, And with their Comoedies they make us cry. — Theresa Villiers Copy Share Image
O! what a prodigal have I been of that most valuable of all possessions Time! — Theresa Villiers Copy Share Image
Why, Sir, when I have anything to invent, I never trouble my head about it, as other men do; but presently turn over this… — Theresa Villiers Copy Share Image
A mans fame and hayre grow most after death, and are both equally uselesse. — Theresa Villiers Copy Share Image
Kisses are but like sands of gold and silver, found upon the ground which are not worth much themselves but as they promise a… — Theresa Villiers Copy Share Image
