Colley Cibber Quotes

Losers must have leave to speak.

Off with his head—; so much for Buckingham.

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

With clink of hammers closing rivets up.

A weak invention of the enemy.

Words are but empty thanks.

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

This business will never hold water.

Oh, how many torments lie in the small circle of a wedding ring!

Stolen sweets are best.

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.

And the ripe harvest of the new-mown hay
Gives it a sweet and wholesome odour.

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.

O say what is this thing call'd Light,
Which I must ne'er enjoy

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