John Ogilby Quotes

Like a burnt stake, half stuck upon his shield;
The other half lay broken in the field.

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

Who, dearest daughter! thus unkindly used,
And like a malefactor thee abused?
She sighing then replied; Juno thy wife,
Who still foments contention here and strife.

His active Soul a thousand waies divides,
And swift through all imaginations glides.

The Queen neglected Fame for Love.

Then in a chair, with a rich cushion grac'd
And a carv'd foot-stool, he Minerva plac'd.
There 'gainst a column sets her lance, where stood
Ulysses' javelins, planted like a wood.

If Men, and Mortal Powers you not regard,
Yet know, the Gods both Right and Wrong record.

Lost Reputation hard is to be found.

Arcadians both, in youth both flourishing,
Both match'd to sing, to answer both prepar'd.

But who art thou? that Voyce, and beauteous Face,
Not Mortal is; thou art of Heavenly Race.

I feel the Sparks of my old Flame revive.

Fear speaks degenerate minds.

How could my Son so highly thee incense
What was the wasted Trojans great offence?

Though Strong, Resist not a too Potent Foe;
Madmen against a violent Torrent row.
Thou mayst hereafter serve the Common-weal;
Then yield till Time shall later Acts repeal.

Fliest thou me?
Now by these Tears, by this Right hand I thee
(Who now unfortunate can boast no more)
By our late Vows, our Nuptial Rites implore;
If e're I did oblige, if ever please,
Take pitie on a falling House; And these
Designes, if Praier may yet find rome, lay by.