Colley Cibber

As good be out of the world as out of the fashion.

— Colley Cibber

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

— Colley Cibber

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

— Colley Cibber

Possession is eleven points in the law.

— Colley Cibber

Words are but empty thanks.

— Colley Cibber

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

— Colley Cibber

This business will never hold water.

— Colley Cibber

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

— Colley Cibber

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

— Colley Cibber

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.

— Colley Cibber

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

— Colley Cibber

Then let not what I cannot haveAlthough a poor blind boy!

— Colley Cibber

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

— Colley Cibber

So mourn'd the dame of Ephesus her love,Told his soft tale, and was a thriving wooer.

— Colley Cibber

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

— Colley Cibber

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

— Colley Cibber

I 've lately had two spidersI would have some kind friend to tread upon 'em.

— Colley Cibber

Off with his head—; so much for Buckingham.

— Colley Cibber

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

— Colley Cibber

With clink of hammers closing rivets up.

— Colley Cibber

Perish that thought! No, never be it saidMy soul ’s in arms, and eager for the fray.

— Colley Cibber

A weak invention of the enemy.

— Colley Cibber

Losers must have leave to speak.

— Colley Cibber

The will for the deed.

— Colley Cibber

Within one of her.

— Colley Cibber