Quotes from Colley Cibber

Oh! How many torments lie in the small circle of a wedding-ring!

Ah! good Sir! no Whores before Dinner, I beseech you." [ Love's Last Shift ]

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.