1.
Tea! thou soft, sober, sage and venerable liquid;- thou female tongue-running, smile-smoothing, heart-opening, wink-tippling cordial, to whose glorious insipidity I owe the happiest moment of my life, let me fall prostrate.
Colley Cibber
2.
Oh! How many torments lie in the small circle of a wedding ring.
Colley Cibber
3.
We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman; scorned, slighted, dismissed without a parting pang.
Colley Cibber
4.
I've lately had two spiders Crawling upon my startled hopes-- Now though thy friendly hand has brushed 'em from me, Yet still they crawl offensive to mine eyes: I would have some kind friend to tread upon 'em.
Colley Cibber
5.
Prithee don't screw your wit beyond the compass of good manners.
Colley Cibber
6.
Old houses mended, Cost little less than new before they're ended.
Colley Cibber
7.
The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian domeOutlives in fame the pious fool that rais'd it.
Colley Cibber
8.
You know, one had as good be out of the world, as out of the fashion.
Colley Cibber
9.
The happy have whole days, and those they choose. The unhappy have but hours, and those they lose.
Colley Cibber
10.
Wit is the most rascally, contemptible, beggarly thing on the face of the earth.
Colley Cibber
11.
The wretch that fears to drown, will break through flames;
Or, in his dread of flames, will plunge in waves.
When eagles are in view, the screaming doves
Will cower beneath the feet of man for safety.
Colley Cibber
12.
When we are conscious of the least comparative merit in ourselves, we should take as much care to conceal the value we set upon it, as if it were a real defect; to be elated or vain upon it is showing your money before people in want.
Colley Cibber
13.
Losers must have leave to speak.
Colley Cibber
14.
Oh, say! what is that thing call'd light, Which I must ne'er enjoy? What are the blessings of the sight? Oh, tell your poor blind boy!
Colley Cibber
15.
The happy have whole days.
Colley Cibber
16.
A weak invention of the Enemy.
Colley Cibber
17.
Stolen sweets are best.
Colley Cibber
18.
Banish that fear; my flame can never waste,
For love sincere refines upon the taste.
Colley Cibber
19.
Who fears t' offend takes the first step to please.
Colley Cibber
20.
Faint is the bliss, that never past thro' pain.
Colley Cibber
21.
Words are but empty thanks.
Colley Cibber
22.
Possession is eleven points in the law.
Colley Cibber
23.
What have I done? What horrid crime committed?
To me the worst of crimes-outliv'd my liking.
Colley Cibber
24.
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!
Colley Cibber
25.
So mourn'd the dame of Ephesus her love.
Colley Cibber