Colley Cibber

A weak Invention of the Enemy.

A weak Invention of the Enemy.

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.

Persuasion tips his tongue whene'er he talks.

Persuasion tips his tongue whene'er he talks.

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!

Now, by St. Paul, the work goes bravely on.

Now, by St. Paul, the work goes bravely on.