Quotes
Quotes - Cibber
A weak Invention of the Enemy.
The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian dome Outlives, in fame, the pious fool that rais'd it.
As good be out of the World as out of the Fashion.
Losers must have leave to speak.
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.
Now, by St. Paul, the work goes bravely on.
Persuasion tips his tongue whene'er he talks.
Tea! thou soft, thou sober, sage, and venerable liquid, . . . thou female tongue-running, smile-smoothing, heart-opening, wind-tippling cordial, to whose glorious insipidity I owe the happiest moment of my life, let me fall prostrate.
Stolen sweets are best.
Stolen sweets are best.
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.
Words are but empty thanks.
