Colley Cibber, (1671-1757), British Actor-Manager, Playwright Quotes
And the ripe harvest of the new-mown hay Gives it a sweet and wholesome odor.
Now, by St. Paul, the work goes bravely on.
Who fears t' offend takes the first step to please.
Is there a crime
Beneath the roof of heaven, that stains the soul
Of man, with more infernal hue, than damn'd
Assassination?
Banish that fear; my flame can never waste,
For love sincere refines upon the taste.
What have I done? What horrid crime committed?
To me the worst of crimes--outlived my liking.
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.
Is death more cruel from a private dagger than in the field from murdering swords of thousands? Or does the number slain make slaughter glorious?
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.
As good be out of the World as out of the Fashion.