John Ogilby Quotes

Each thing by Destiny
So hastens to grow worse, and backward goes;
As one against a stream his Vessel rowes,
Who if by chance his arm a little slack,
The Boat in the swift Chanel hurries back.

Ah! who may hope, when Heaven hath Help deni'd!

If I may great things compare with Small.

He that loves Gold, starves more, the more he's fed.

Various Arts by study might be wrought
Up to their height.

Lost Reputation hard is to be found.

The hope of my poor Flock.

Who a Lover can deceive?

Why prattle we like children at their play,
Spending thus idle breath, enough to freight
An able vessel of the primer rate?
Our tongues are voluble, and store of words
Invention on all arguments affords,
Scatter'd on fresh occasions here and there,
And what thou say'st thou shalt from others hear.
Let us no longer vainly thus contend,
Like fenceless women, railing to no end.

Then Arts began; fierce toyl through all things breaks,
And urgent Want strange Projects undertakes.

Come, let us arm with speed; and let us two
Try, what our forces may united do.

Whilst a Soul supports this mortal Frame,
I never shall forget Eliza's name.

I feel the Sparks of my old Flame revive.

Who Weapons put into a Mad-Man's Hands,
May be the first the Error understands.

Farewell, farewel, Night shades my Body o're,
Stretching my hands, t'embrace thee, thine no more.