Colley Cibber Quotes

Persuasion tips his tongue whene'er he talks,
And he has chambers in King's Bench walks.

Now, by St. Paul, the work goes bravely on.

The will for the deed.

Prithee don’t screw your wit beyond the compass of good manners.

Stolen sweets are best.

Our hours in love have wings; in absence, crutches.

I 've lately had two spiders
Crawling upon my startled hopes.
Now though thy friendly hand has brush'd 'em from me,
Yet still they crawl offensive to my eyes:
I would have some kind friend to tread upon 'em.

We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman,—scorned, slighted, dismissed without a parting pang.

Losers must have leave to speak.

A weak invention of the enemy.

Perish that thought! No, never be it said
That Fate itself could awe the soul of Richard.
Hence, babbling dreams! you threaten here in vain!
Conscience, avaunt! Richard ’s himself again!
Hark! the shrill trumpet sounds to horse! away!
My soul ’s in arms, and eager for the fray.

Words are but empty thanks.

Then let not what I cannot have
My cheer of mind destroy.
Whilst thus I sing, I am a king,
Although a poor blind boy!

Old houses mended,
Cost little less than new before they're ended.

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.