Quotes from The Works of Publius Virgilius Maro — John Ogilby
1600–1676 Scotland
65 quotes
Sweet Youth, in Colour no such trust repose.
Dear Friends, for we have many Dangers past,
And greater, God these too will end at last.
Mean time the Queen wounded with deep desire,
Bleeds inward, and consumes in hidden Fire.
His active Soul a thousand waies divides,
And swift through all imaginations glides.
Ah! who may hope, when Heaven hath Help deni'd!
In all parts cruel Grief, in all parts Fear,
And Death in various Shapes seen every where.
Various Arts by study might be wrought
Up to their height.
This Story may
Delightful be to tell another day.
Speechless I was, upright did stand my Hair.
Pray for wet Summers, Winters wanting Rain.
Can in Celestial minds such Passion reign?
But time irreparable hasts away.
And could'st thou hope, perfidious, to deceive
Me thus? and secretly our Kingdom leave?
Farewell, farewel, Night shades my Body o're,
Stretching my hands, t'embrace thee, thine no more.
If Men, and Mortal Powers you not regard,
Yet know, the Gods both Right and Wrong record.
Trojans beware, within some Mischief lyes;
Be what it will, Greeks bringing Gifts I fear.
How could my Son so highly thee incense
What was the wasted Trojans great offence?
Fury our Judgement charms,
And we conceive it brave to dye in Arms.
Attribution
Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: John Ogilby (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.