John Ogilby Quotes

Whence Men, a hard Race, sprung.

Wilt thou, dear daughter, grant me one request,
Or still old grudges foster in thy breast,
Because thou Troy, and I the Grecians aid?

Happy is he that hidden causes knowes.

Vanquisht men's safety is to hope for none.

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

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.

Thus at Home happy, oft fond Youth complain,
And Peace and Plenty with soft Beds disdain.
But when in Forrein War Death seals his Eys,
His Birth-place he remembers e'r he Dies.

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

Dear Friends, for we have many Dangers past,
And greater, God these too will end at last.

Can in Celestial minds such Passion reign?

Th' Old Man a feeble Javelin threw,
Which could not pierce his sounding Target through,
But on the Margin hung the harmless Spear.

That prudent Hero's wandering, Muse, rehearse,
Who (Troy b'ing sack'd) coasting the Universe,
Saw many Cities, and their various Modes;
Much suffering, tost by Storms on raging Floods,
His Friends conducting to their Native Coast:
But all in vain, for he his Navy lost,
And they their Lives, prophanely feasting on
Herds consecrated to the glorious Sun;
Who much incens'd obstructed so their way,
They ne'er return'd: Jove's Daughter this display.

Taught by my Woes, to succour the distrest.

With cruell tusks a savage boar imploys,
Who all king Œneus' fertile fields destroys:
The stately trees tore from their fiber'd roots,
Silver'd with blossoms of delicious fruits.

A horrid Monster, huge, deform'd, and blind.