John Ogilby Quotes

He must hoyst Sail, and fly.

Ah! much those ancient heroes were of old
As patterns of benignity extoll'd:
Whom, though their bosoms did with anger boil;
Rich gifts and softer words would reconcile.

Vanquisht men's safety is to hope for none.

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

Fury our Judgement charms,
And we conceive it brave to dye in Arms.

These Heaven decrees, and ever-fixed Fate.
But say, blest prophet, and the truth relate;
I see my mother's shade, who not her son
Will speak to, nor so much as look upon:
Silent she sits by sacred blood: ah, how
May she, poor shadow! her dear offspring know?

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

Britany, from all the World disjoyn'd.

There had his flesh been rent, fractur'd his bones,
'Mongst rowling pebbles, and sharp pointed stones.

Dear Father, get upon my shoulders streight,
Nor shall your Burthen be to me a Weight.
What ever chance, one common Danger we
Shall equal share, to both one safety be:
I shall Ascanius my Companion chuse;
My Wife must follow, but some distance use.

Of Pride in thy Prosperity beware,
Vicissitudes of Fortune Constant are.

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.

In all parts cruel Grief, in all parts Fear,
And Death in various Shapes seen every where.

Happy is he that hidden causes knowes.

Can in Celestial minds such Passion reign?