Quotes
Quotes - Cibber
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.
Now, by St. Paul, the work goes bravely on.
The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian dome
Outlives in fame the pious fool that rais'd it.
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.
Off with his head! so much for Buckingham!
And the ripe harvest of the new-mown hay
Gives it a sweet and wholesome odour.
With clink of hammers closing rivets up.
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.
A weak invention of the enemy.
As good be out of the world as out of the fashion.
We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman,--scorned, slighted, dismissed without a parting pang.
Old houses mended,
Cost little less than new before they 're ended.
Possession is eleven points in the law.
Words are but empty thanks.
This business will never hold water.
Losers must have leave to speak.
Stolen sweets are best.
The will for the deed.
Within one of her.
I don't see it.
Persuasion tips his tongue whene'er he talks,
And he has chambers in King's Bench walks.
Old houses mended, Cost little less than new, before they're ended.
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!
This business will never hold water.
The will for the deed.
