Thomas Tickell

Prevent the rising sun.

— Thomas Tickell

Fight virtue's cause, stand up in wit's defence,Win us from vice, and laugh us into sense.

— Thomas Tickell

Achilles' fatal wrath, whence discord rose,Atrides, king of men, and Peleus' godlike son.

— Thomas Tickell

Just men, by whom impartial laws were given;And saints who taught and led the way to heaven.

— Thomas Tickell

Nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss conveyedA fairer spirit or more welcome shade.

— Thomas Tickell

There patient show'd us the wise course to steer,The price for knowledge) taught us how to die.

— Thomas Tickell

A snow of blossoms and a wild of flowers.

— Thomas Tickell

The sweetest garland to the sweetest maid.

— Thomas Tickell

though every friend be fled,Lo! Envy waits, that lover of the dead.

— Thomas Tickell

He 'midst the graceful of superior grace,And she the loveliest of the loveliest race.

— Thomas Tickell

I hear a voice you cannot hear, Which beckons me away.

— Thomas Tickell