Date: 1696

"I doubt, Old Gentleman, you have such a Torrent of Philosophy running throngh your Pericranium, that it has washt your Brains away."

— Cibber, Colley (1671-1757)

Date: 1696

"Sir--Notwithstanding this provocation, I am calm; but were I like other Men, a Slave to Passion, shou'd not for-bear calling you Impertinent!"

— Cibber, Colley (1671-1757)

Date: 1696

"He that strives not to Stem his Angers Tide, / Does a Mad Horse without a Bridle ride."

— Cibber, Colley (1671-1757)

Date: 1696

"How near are men to Brutes, when their unruly Passions break the Bounds of Reason?"

— Cibber, Colley (1671-1757)

Date: 1696

"Odsheart, she longs to see thee, and she is a curious fine Creature, ye Rogue! such Eyes! such Lips!--and such a Tongue between 'em! ah, the Tip of it will set a Mans Soul on fire!"

— Cibber, Colley (1671-1757)

Date: 1696

"Look you, Sir, my Reason weighs this Injury, which is so light, it will not raise my Anger in the other Scale."

— Cibber, Colley (1671-1757)

Date: 1696

"No! my very Soul's on fire, and nothing but the Villain's blood shall quench it."

— Cibber, Colley (1671-1757)

Date: 1696

"Love's a Fever of the Mind, which nothing but our own wishes can asswage, and I don't Question but we shall find Marriage a very cooling Cordial."

— Cibber, Colley (1671-1757)

Date: 1696

"I told you, Sir, I shou'd appear a Riddle to you: But if my Heart will give me leave, I'le now unloose your fetter'd Apprehension."

— Cibber, Colley (1671-1757)

Date: 1696

"For hitherto my Soul has been enslav'd to loose Desires, to vain deluding Follies, and shadows of substantial bliss: but now I wake with joy to find my Rapture Real."

— Cibber, Colley (1671-1757)