Ambrose Philips

Studious of ease and fond of humble things.

— Ambrose Philips

The flowers anew returning seasons bring!But beauty faded has no second spring.

— Ambrose Philips

There solid billows of enormous size,Alps of green ice, in wild disorder rise.

— Ambrose Philips

The stag in limpid currents with surpriseSees crystal branches on his forehead rise.

— Ambrose Philips

He the robe of justice wore,And we are judg'd where favour is not bought.

— Ambrose Philips

Timely blossom, Infant fair,Fondling of a happy pair.

— Ambrose Philips

And thou shalt in thy daughter see,This picture, once, resembled thee.

— Ambrose Philips

Wearied then and glad of rest,Like the linnet in the nest.

— Ambrose Philips