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 Copy Share Image
When we are conscious of the least comparative merit in ourselves, we should take as much care to conceal the value we set upon… — Colley Cibber Copy Share Image
“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… — Colley Cibber Copy Share Image
The happy have whole days, and those they choose. The unhappy have but hours, and those they lose. — Colley Cibber Copy Share Image
The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian domeOutlives in fame the pious fool that rais'd it. — Colley Cibber Copy Share Image
What have I done? What horrid crime committed? To me the worst of crimes-outliv'd my liking. — Colley Cibber Copy Share Image
Then let not what I cannot have My cheer of mind destroy. Whilst thus I sing, I am a king, Although a poor blind… — Colley Cibber Copy Share Image
