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Quotes by Colley Cibber
Oh, say! what is that thing call'd light, Which I must ne'er enjoy? What are the blessings of the sight? Oh, tell your poor blind boy!— filed under Blindness
We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman, - scorn'd! slighted! dismiss'd without a parting pang.— filed under Contempt
The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian dome Outlives, in fame, the pious fool that rais'd it.— filed under Fame
As good be out of the World as out of the Fashion.— filed under Fashion
I've lately had two spiders Crawling upon my startled hopes- Now though thy friendly hand has brushed 'em from me, Yet still they crawl offensive to mine eyes: I would have some kind friend to tread upon 'em.— filed under Instruction
Losers must have leave to speak.— filed under Loss
of Alexandria. Banish that fear; my flame can never waste, For love sincere refines upon the taste.— filed under Love
Oh! how many torments lie in the small circle of a wedding ring.— filed under Matrimony
College. Old houses mended, Cost little less than new, before they're ended.— filed under Occupations-Alchemy
Possession is eleven points in the law.— filed under Occupations-Law
S. Feb. 5, 1750. This business will never hold water.— filed under Occupations-Medicine
And the ripe harvest of the new-mown hay Gives it a sweet and wholesome odour.— filed under Occupations-Painting
Persuasion tips his tongue whene'er he talks— filed under Persuasion
A weak Invention of the Enemy. dd.— filed under Proverbs
The will for the deed.— filed under Proverbs
Conscience avaunt, Richard's himself again: Hark! the shrill trumpet sounds, to horse, away, My soul's in arms, and eager for the fray.— filed under Sound
Tea! thou soft, thou sober, sage, and vener- *** thou female tongue-runable liquid, ning, smile-smoothing, heart-opening, winktippling cordial, to whose glorious insipidity I owe the happiest moment of my life, let me fall prostrate.— filed under Tea
Stolen sweets are best.— filed under Thieving
So mourn'd the dame of Ephesus her Love, And thus the Soldier arm'd with Resolution Told his soft Tale, and was a thriving Wooer.— filed under Wooing
Words are but empty thanks.— filed under Words