John Ogilby Quotes

Speechless I was, upright did stand my Hair.

Suffer thou with patience this delay.

Mean time the Queen wounded with deep desire,
Bleeds inward, and consumes in hidden Fire.

If I may great things compare with Small.

On high Backs mounted of the swelling Flood,
At Heaven we tilt, then suddenly we fell,
Watry Foundations sinking low as Hell.

Here sweet Meads, cool Fountains be,
Here Groves where I could spend my Age with thee.

Three times I strove to cling about her Neck,
Thrice her in vain my circling Arms entwin'd
She like a swift Dream flyes, or nimble Wind.

Live, and with Hope such happy Dayes expect.
This said, although opprest with weighty Care,
He shews glad Looks, and hides his deep Despair.

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.

When they and Venus to his cottage came,
For lust-rewards prefer'd the Cyprian dame.

No Beast is half so False as Man.

Pray for wet Summers, Winters wanting Rain.

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

Singing let's go, the way shall better please.

But Ajax now no longer thought it good
To keep his post, and stand where others stood.