Top 15 Colley Cibber Quotes

The will for the deed.

Stolen sweets are best.

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.

With clink of hammers closing rivets up.

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

Off with his head—; so much for Buckingham.

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.

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

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

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.

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

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!

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