Maxioms by Colley Cibber
As good be out of the World as out of the Fashion.
As good be out of the World as out of the Fashion.
Tea! thou soft, thou sober, sage, and venerable
liquid, . . . thou female tongue-running, smile-smoothing,
heart-opening, wind-tippling read more
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 moment of my life, let me fall
prostrate.
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!
So mourn'd the dame of Ephesus her Love,
And thus the Soldier arm'd with Resolution
Told his read more
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.
