Colley Cibber

"Within one of her."

"As good be out of the world as out of the fashion."

"Prithee don’t screw your wit beyond the compass of good manners."

"We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman,—scorned, slighted, dismissed without a parting pang."

"Possession is eleven points in the law."

"Words are but empty thanks."

"Our hours in love have wings; in absence, crutches."

"This business will never hold water."

"I don't see it."

"Old houses mended, Cost little less than new before they're ended."

"Oh, how many torments lie in the small circle of a wedding ring!"

"Tea! Thou soft, thou sober, sage, and venerable liquid, thou innocent pretence for bringing the wicked of both sexes together in a morning; thou female tongue-running, smile-smoothing, heart- opening, wink-tipping cordial, to whose glorious insipidity I owe the happiest moment of my life, let me fall prostrate thus, and … adore thee."

"O say what is this thing call'd Light, Which I must ne'er enjoy"

"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!"

"Persuasion tips his tongue whene'er he talks, And he has chambers in King's Bench walks."

"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."

"Losers must have leave to speak."

"Stolen sweets are best."

"The will for the deed."

"Alte Füchse gehen schwer in die Falle."