Ambrose Philips Quotes

The stag in limpid currents with surprise
Sees crystal branches on his forehead rise.

And thou shalt in thy daughter see,
This picture, once, resembled thee.

The flowers anew returning seasons bring!
But beauty faded has no second spring.

Timely blossom, Infant fair,
Fondling of a happy pair.

There solid billows of enormous size,
Alps of green ice, in wild disorder rise.

He the robe of justice wore,
Sully'd not, as heretofore,
When the magistrate was sought
With yearly gifts. Of what avail
Are guilty hoards? for life is frail;
And we are judg'd where favour is not bought.

Studious of ease and fond of humble things.

Wearied then and glad of rest,
Like the linnet in the nest.