John Ogilby Quotes

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

Taught by my Woes, to succour the distrest.

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

Mercy makes Princes Gods.

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.

Rich Cloaths, nor Cost, nor Education can
Change Nature, nor transform and Ape into a Man.

This cruel Prince that made his Will a Law.

Arm, arm, bring Arms, the last day bids us go;
Dear Countreymen, let's once more charge the Foe;
Let us renew the Fight, on bravely fall,
We shall not perish unrevenged all.

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

Bacchus loves the Sunny hills.

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

The same Love works in all.

Trojans beware, within some Mischief lyes;
Be what it will, Greeks bringing Gifts I fear.

Fame far out-strips all Mischiefs in her course,
Which grows by Motion, gains, by flying, Force;
Kept under first by Fear, soon after shrouds,
Stalking or Earth, her Head amongst the Clouds.

Vanquisht men's safety is to hope for none.