Maxioms by Colley Cibber
Old houses mended,
Cost little less than new, before they're ended.
Old houses mended,
Cost little less than new, before they're ended.
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!
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.
Persuasion tips his tongue whene'er he talks.
Persuasion tips his tongue whene'er he talks.
