John Ogilby Quotes

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

He must hoyst Sail, and fly.

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.

The Queen neglected Fame for Love.

Stupendious Works unfinish'd lye.

This, think'st thou Dust intomb'd, or Ghosts regard?

But may the Earth first swallow me alive,
Or Jove's dire Thunder sink me down to Hell,
Where Shades, pale Shades, of Night eternal dwell,
E're I with Shame, and those dear Ties dispense:
He who my first Love had, hath born it hence,
And in his Grave for ever let it rest.

I feel the Sparks of my old Flame revive.

Ah, by what Fates
Hath he been toss'd? what Battles he relates!
Were I not fix'd, did not my changeless Vow
All thoughts of second Marriage dis-allow,
Since my first Love by Death deceiv'd me...
I had perhaps with this one Crime comply'd.

Fear speaks degenerate minds.

What strange Dreams disturb my rest?

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

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

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

May you live happy, you whose Woes are done.
Stern Fates, to Fates more cruel, us constrain.