Colley Cibber

A weak Invention of the Enemy.

A weak Invention of the Enemy.

As good be out of the World as out of the Fashion.

As good be out of the World as out of the Fashion.

Oh, say! what is that thing call'd light,
Which I must ne'er enjoy?
What are the blessings read more

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!

Persuasion tips his tongue whene'er he talks.

Persuasion tips his tongue whene'er he talks.

I've lately had two spiders
Crawling upon my startled hopes--
Now though thy friendly hand has brushed read more

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.