Explore popular quotes and sayings by an English playwright Colley Cibber.
Last updated on November 20, 2024.
Colley Cibber was an English actor-manager, playwright and Poet Laureate. His colourful memoir Apology for the Life of Colley Cibber (1740) describes his life in a personal, anecdotal and even rambling style. He wrote 25 plays for his own company at Drury Lane, half of which were adapted from various sources, which led Robert Lowe and Alexander Pope, among others, to criticise his "miserable mutilation" of "crucified Molière [and] hapless Shakespeare". He regarded himself as first and foremost an actor and had great popular success in comical fop parts, while as a tragic actor he was persistent but much ridiculed. Cibber's brash, extroverted personality did not sit well with his contemporaries, and he was frequently accused of tasteless theatrical productions, shady business methods, and a social and political opportunism that was thought to have gained him the laureateship over far better poets. He rose to ignominious fame when he became the chief target, the head Dunce, of Alexander Pope's satirical poem The Dunciad.
Prithee don't screw your wit beyond the compass of good manners.
It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts. After death they take on a firmer outline and then cease to change.
You know, one had as good be out of the world, as out of the fashion.
Thou strange piece of wild nature!
The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian domeOutlives in fame the pious fool that rais'd it.
When we are conscious of the least comparative merit in ourselves, we should take as much care to conceal the value we set upon it, as if it were a real defect; to be elated or vain upon it is showing your money before people in want.
What have I done? What horrid crime committed?
To me the worst of crimes-outliv'd my liking.
The happy have whole days.
Oh! How many torments lie in the small circle of a wedding ring.
Who fears t' offend takes the first step to please.
We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman; scorned, slighted, dismissed without a parting pang.
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.
The happy have whole days, and those they choose. The unhappy have but hours, and those they lose.
Losers must have leave to speak.
Stolen sweets are best.
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!
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!
Possession is eleven points in the law.
Tea! thou soft, sober, sage and venerable liquid;- thou female tongue-running, smile-smoothing, heart-opening, wink-tippling cordial, to whose glorious insipidity I owe the happiest moment of my life, let me fall prostrate.
Faint is the bliss, that never past thro' pain.
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.
Words are but empty thanks.
So mourn'd the dame of Ephesus her love.
Banish that fear; my flame can never waste,
For love sincere refines upon the taste.