Colley Cibber Quotes

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.

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!

Losers must have leave to speak.

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.

Possession is eleven points in the law.

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

A weak invention of the enemy.

Off with his head—; so much for Buckingham.

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.

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

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

With clink of hammers closing rivets up.

The will for the deed.

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

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