John Ogilby Quotes

Love Conquers all, let us submit to Love.

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

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

Age all things wasts.

But them I'm not so foolish to believe.

The Gods most pleasure in od numbers take.

Now know I what Love is.

Arcadians both, in youth both flourishing,
Both match'd to sing, to answer both prepar'd.

O Divine Poet, me thy Verses please
More than soft slumber laid in quiet ease.

Begin, sweet Babe, with smiles thy Mother know.

Ambush'd in grass, a deadly Serpent lyes.

Now fields are green, and trees bear silver buds.

Thus every one pursue their own delights.

Sweet Youth, in Colour no such trust repose.

Britany, from all the World disjoyn'd.