Maxioms by Colley Cibber
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.
Stolen sweets are best.
Stolen sweets are best.
Persuasion tips his tongue whene'er he talks.
Persuasion tips his tongue whene'er he talks.
Now, by St. Paul, the work goes bravely on.
Now, by St. Paul, the work goes bravely on.
