Maxioms by Colley Cibber
This business will never hold water.
This business will never hold water.
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.
Losers must have leave to speak.
Losers must have leave to speak.
Now, by St. Paul, the work goes bravely on.
Now, by St. Paul, the work goes bravely on.
