John Ogilby Quotes

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

John Ogilby
Why prattle we like children at their play,
Spending thus idle breath, enough to freight
An able vessel of the primer rate?
Our tongues are voluble, and store of words
Invention on all arguments affords,
Scatter'd on fresh occasions here and there,
And what thou say'st thou shalt from others hear.
Let us no longer vainly thus contend,
Like fenceless women, railing to no end.

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These Heaven decrees, and ever-fixed Fate.
But say, blest prophet, and the truth relate;
I see my mother's shade, who not her son
Will speak to, nor so much as look upon:
Silent she sits by sacred blood: ah, how
May she, poor shadow! her dear offspring know?

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

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

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

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Achilles Peleus Son's destructive Rage,
Great Goddess, sing, which did the Greeks engage
In many Woes, and mighty Hero's Ghosts
Sent down untimely to the Stygian Coasts:
Devouring Vultures on their Bodies prey'd,
And greedy Dogs (so was Jove's Will obey'd;)
Because Great Agamemnon fell at odds
With stern Achilles, Off-spring of the Gods.

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Ah! much those ancient heroes were of old
As patterns of benignity extoll'd:
Whom, though their bosoms did with anger boil;
Rich gifts and softer words would reconcile.

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Now fields are green, and trees bear silver buds.

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With cruell tusks a savage boar imploys,
Who all king Œneus' fertile fields destroys:
The stately trees tore from their fiber'd roots,
Silver'd with blossoms of delicious fruits.

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

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

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

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Him here he found preparing for the field
His bow, his breast-plate, and his glittering shield:
Whilst beauteous Helen 'mongst her maids in state
Their several works and tasks disposing sate.

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

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

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Arms, and the Man I sing, who first did land,
Fate-forc'd from Troy, on the Lavinian Strand;
Whom angry Gods at Sea and Land engage,
And cruel Juno's persecuting Rage.
Much suffer'd he by War, whilst Walls he rear'd,
And Trojan Gods to Latian Realms transferr'd;
Whence Latins, and the Alban Princes come,
And lofty Tow'rs of all-commanding Rome.

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

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Their oars I bid them ply, their lives to save,
Death at their heels: they brush the briny wave,
And soon our ship the open sea enjoy'd;
But all the rest the Laestrigons destroy'd.

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

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Why com'st thou like a girl with blubber'd eyes,
Who running by her busie mother cries
To be ta'en up, and by her garments holds,
Till she the fondling in her arms infolds.

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

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This said, although opprest with weighty Care,
He shews glad Looks, and hides his deep Despair.

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

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

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

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Who, dearest daughter! thus unkindly used,
And like a malefactor thee abused?
She sighing then replied; Juno thy wife,
Who still foments contention here and strife.

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

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

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Various Arts by study might be wrought
Up to their height.

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