Colley Cibber Quotes

A weak invention of the enemy.

The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian dome
Outlives in fame the pious fool that rais'd it.

Stolen sweets are best.

Tea! Thou soft, thou sober, sage, and venerable liquid, thou innocent pretence for bringing the wicked of both sexes together in a morning; thou female tongue-running, smile-smoothing, heart- opening, wink-tipping cordial, to whose glorious insipidity I owe the happiest moment of my life, let me fall prostrate thus, and … adore thee.

Possession is eleven points in the law.

With clink of hammers closing rivets up.

Words are but empty thanks.

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

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

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

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.

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!

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

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.