John Ogilby

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

— John Ogilby

This Story mayDelightful be to tell another day.

— John Ogilby

Live, and with Hope such happy Dayes expect.He shews glad Looks, and hides his deep Despair.

— John Ogilby

Having drown'd her sparkling Eyes in tears.

— John Ogilby

How could my Son so highly thee incenseWhat was the wasted Trojans great offence?

— John Ogilby

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

— John Ogilby

She all the Goddesses excels.

— John Ogilby

If Men, and Mortal Powers you not regard,Yet know, the Gods both Right and Wrong record.

— John Ogilby

Taught by my Woes, to succour the distrest.

— John Ogilby

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

— John Ogilby

Fury our Judgement charms,And we conceive it brave to dye in Arms.

— John Ogilby

Vanquisht men's safety is to hope for none.

— John Ogilby

In all parts cruel Grief, in all parts Fear,And Death in various Shapes seen every where.

— John Ogilby

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

— John Ogilby

Th' Old Man a feeble Javelin threw,But on the Margin hung the harmless Spear.

— John Ogilby

Arm, arm, bring Arms, the last day bids us go;We shall not perish unrevenged all.

— John Ogilby

Dear Father, get upon my shoulders streight,My Wife must follow, but some distance use.

— John Ogilby

Ascanius did embraceMy hand, and follow'd with no equal pace.

— John Ogilby

Speechless I was, upright did stand my Hair.

— John Ogilby

Three times I strove to cling about her Neck,She like a swift Dream flyes, or nimble Wind.

— John Ogilby

I the Mountain take,Bearing my aged Father on my Back.

— John Ogilby

What dares not impious man for cursed Gold!

— John Ogilby

A Prophetess inspir'd thou shalt beholdThe slender leaves do every way disperse.

— John Ogilby

Suffer thou with patience this delay.

— John Ogilby

Go, raise great Troy by prowess to the Skies.

— John Ogilby

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

— John Ogilby

On high Backs mounted of the swelling Flood,Watry Foundations sinking low as Hell.

— John Ogilby

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

— John Ogilby

What strange Dreams disturb my rest?

— John Ogilby

Ah, by what FatesI had perhaps with this one Crime comply'd.

— John Ogilby

I feel the Sparks of my old Flame revive.

— John Ogilby

But may the Earth first swallow me alive,And in his Grave for ever let it rest.

— John Ogilby

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

— John Ogilby

Stupendious Works unfinish'd lye.

— John Ogilby

The Queen neglected Fame for Love.

— John Ogilby

Fame far out-strips all Mischiefs in her course,Stalking or Earth, her Head amongst the Clouds.

— John Ogilby

He must hoyst Sail, and fly.

— John Ogilby

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

— John Ogilby

Who a Lover can deceive?

— John Ogilby

And could'st thou hope, perfidious, to deceiveMe thus? and secretly our Kingdom leave?

— John Ogilby

Fliest thou me?Designes, if Praier may yet find rome, lay by.

— John Ogilby

Whilst a Soul supports this mortal Frame,I never shall forget Eliza's name.

— John Ogilby

Achilles Peleus Son's destructive Rage,With stern Achilles, Off-spring of the Gods.

— John Ogilby

Him here he found preparing for the fieldTheir several works and tasks disposing sate.

— John Ogilby

Ah! much those ancient heroes were of oldRich gifts and softer words would reconcile.

— John Ogilby

With cruell tusks a savage boar imploys,Silver'd with blossoms of delicious fruits.

— John Ogilby

Come, let us arm with speed; and let us twoTry, what our forces may united do.

— John Ogilby

Like a burnt stake, half stuck upon his shield;The other half lay broken in the field.

— John Ogilby

Wilt thou, dear daughter, grant me one request,Because thou Troy, and I the Grecians aid?

— John Ogilby

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

— John Ogilby

Why com'st thou like a girl with blubber'd eyes,Till she the fondling in her arms infolds.

— John Ogilby

Then let him swear he ne'er the lady knew,And did with her as men with women do.

— John Ogilby

Why prattle we like children at their play,Like fenceless women, railing to no end.

— John Ogilby

Who, dearest daughter! thus unkindly used,Who still foments contention here and strife.

— John Ogilby

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

— John Ogilby

That prudent Hero's wandering, Muse, rehearse,They ne'er return'd: Jove's Daughter this display.

— John Ogilby

Then in a chair, with a rich cushion grac'dUlysses' javelins, planted like a wood.

— John Ogilby

There had his flesh been rent, fractur'd his bones,'Mongst rowling pebbles, and sharp pointed stones.

— John Ogilby

At last a pleasant river's mouth he finds,Free from rough clifts, safe from disturbing winds.

— John Ogilby

Their oars I bid them ply, their lives to save,But all the rest the Læstrigons destroy'd.

— John Ogilby

These Heaven decrees, and ever-fixed Fate.May she, poor shadow! her dear offspring know?

— John Ogilby

He is too blest that his own Happiness knows,And Mortals to themselves are greatest Foes.

— John Ogilby

He that loves Gold, starves more, the more he's fed.

— John Ogilby

Robber of Man, who now shall give thee ayd?

— John Ogilby

Great Expectations oft to nothing come.

— John Ogilby

True Valour best is without Witness shown.

— John Ogilby

Mercy makes Princes Gods.

— John Ogilby

Small Help may bring great Aid.

— John Ogilby

This cruel Prince that made his Will a Law.

— John Ogilby

They that have Power to do, may, when they will,Pick Quarrels, and, pretending Justice, kill.

— John Ogilby

Who Weapons put into a Mad-Man's Hands,May be the first the Error understands.

— John Ogilby

None can Protect themselves with their own Shade.None for themselves are born.

— John Ogilby

People that under Tyrant Scepters live,Should each to other kind Assistance give.

— John Ogilby

No Beast is half so False as Man.

— John Ogilby

Fortune assists the Bold, the Valiant ManOft Conqueror proves, because he thinks he can.

— John Ogilby

Thus at Home happy, oft fond Youth complain,His Birth-place he remembers e'r he Dies.

— John Ogilby

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

— John Ogilby

Those that can Help, to Hurt may find a way.

— John Ogilby

One good Art's better than a thousand bad.

— John Ogilby

Lost Reputation hard is to be found.

— John Ogilby

Of Pride in thy Prosperity beware,Vicissitudes of Fortune Constant are.

— John Ogilby

Loud Threatnings make men stubborn, but kind WordsPierce gentle Breasts sooner than sharpest Swords.

— John Ogilby

Though Strong, Resist not a too Potent Foe;Then yield till Time shall later Acts repeal.

— John Ogilby

The hope of my poor Flock.

— John Ogilby

Great things to compare with Small.

— John Ogilby

Britany, from all the World disjoyn'd.

— John Ogilby

Sweet Youth, in Colour no such trust repose.

— John Ogilby

Thus every one pursue their own delights.

— John Ogilby

Now fields are green, and trees bear silver buds.

— John Ogilby

Ambush'd in grass, a deadly Serpent lyes.

— John Ogilby

Begin, sweet Babe, with smiles thy Mother know.

— John Ogilby

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

— John Ogilby

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

— John Ogilby

Now know I what Love is.

— John Ogilby

The Gods most pleasure in od numbers take.

— John Ogilby

But them I'm not so foolish to believe.

— John Ogilby

Age all things wasts.

— John Ogilby

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

— John Ogilby

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

— John Ogilby

Whence Men, a hard Race, sprung.

— John Ogilby

Pray for wet Summers, Winters wanting Rain.

— John Ogilby

Various Arts by study might be wroughtUp to their height.

— John Ogilby

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

— John Ogilby

Each thing by DestinyThe Boat in the swift Chanel hurries back.

— John Ogilby

First the Gods adore.

— John Ogilby

Bacchus loves the Sunny hills.

— John Ogilby

Such strength hath Custome in each tender Soul.

— John Ogilby

I'le delight in Vales, near pleasant Floods,And unrenown'd, haunt Rivers, Hills and Woods.

— John Ogilby

Happy is he that hidden causes knowes.

— John Ogilby

Yet I a way to raise my self have found,Shall make my Name through all the World renown'd.

— John Ogilby

The same Love works in all.

— John Ogilby

But time irreparable hasts away.

— John Ogilby

If I may great things compare with Small.

— John Ogilby

They say the DeityIs mix'd through Earth, the Sea, and lofty Skie.

— John Ogilby

Nor is there place for Death.

— John Ogilby

Farewell, farewel, Night shades my Body o're,Stretching my hands, t'embrace thee, thine no more.

— John Ogilby

Arms, and the Man I sing, who first did land,And lofty Tow'rs of all-commanding Rome.

— John Ogilby

Can in Celestial minds such Passion reign?

— John Ogilby

So great the Task to raise the Roman State!

— John Ogilby