"Ah, by what Fates Hath he been toss'd? what Battles he relates! Were I not fix'd, did not my changeless Vow All thoughts of second Marriage dis-allow, Since my first Love by Death deceiv'd me... I had perhaps with this one Crime comply'd."

"I feel the Sparks of my old Flame revive."

"But may the Earth first swallow me alive, Or Jove's dire Thunder sink me down to Hell, Where Shades, pale Shades, of Night eternal dwell, E're I with Shame, and those dear Ties dispense: He who my first Love had, hath born it hence, And in his Grave for ever let it rest."

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

"Stupendious Works unfinish'd lye."

"The Queen neglected Fame for Love."

"Fame far out-strips all Mischiefs in her course, Which grows by Motion, gains, by flying, Force; Kept under first by Fear, soon after shrouds, Stalking or Earth, her Head amongst the Clouds."

"He must hoyst Sail, and fly."

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

"Who a Lover can deceive?"

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

"Fliest thou me? Now by these Tears, by this Right hand I thee (Who now unfortunate can boast no more) By our late Vows, our Nuptial Rites implore; If e're I did oblige, if ever please, Take pitie on a falling House; And these Designes, if Praier may yet find rome, lay by."

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

"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."

"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."

"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."

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

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

"Wilt thou, dear daughter, grant me one request, Or still old grudges foster in thy breast, Because thou Troy, and I the Grecians aid?"

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

"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."

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

"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."

"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."

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

"That prudent Hero's wandering, Muse, rehearse, Who (Troy b'ing sack'd) coasting the Universe, Saw many Cities, and their various Modes; Much suffering, tost by Storms on raging Floods, His Friends conducting to their Native Coast: But all in vain, for he his Navy lost, And they their Lives, prophanely feasting on Herds consecrated to the glorious Sun; Who much incens'd obstructed so their way, They ne'er return'd: Jove's Daughter this display."

"Then in a chair, with a rich cushion grac'd And a carv'd foot-stool, he Minerva plac'd. There 'gainst a column sets her lance, where stood Ulysses' javelins, planted like a wood."

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

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

"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 Læstrigons destroy'd."

"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?"

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

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

"Robber of Man, who now shall give thee ayd?"

"Great Expectations oft to nothing come."

"True Valour best is without Witness shown."

"Mercy makes Princes Gods."

"Small Help may bring great Aid."

"This cruel Prince that made his Will a Law."

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

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

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

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