John Ogilby

"Great things to compare with Small."

"Britany, from all the World disjoyn'd."

"Sweet Youth, in Colour no such trust repose."

"Thus every one pursue their own delights."

"Now fields are green, and trees bear silver buds."

"Ambush'd in grass, a deadly Serpent lyes."

"Begin, sweet Babe, with smiles thy Mother know."

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

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

"Now know I what Love is."

"The Gods most pleasure in od numbers take."

"But them I'm not so foolish to believe."

"Age all things wasts."

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

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

"Love Conquers all, let us submit to Love."

"Whence Men, a hard Race, sprung."

"Pray for wet Summers, Winters wanting Rain."

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

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

"Each thing by Destiny So hastens to grow worse, and backward goes; As one against a stream his Vessel rowes, Who if by chance his arm a little slack, The Boat in the swift Chanel hurries back."

"First the Gods adore."

"Bacchus loves the Sunny hills."

"Such strength hath Custome in each tender Soul."

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

"Happy is he that hidden causes knowes."

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

"No stop, no stay."

"The same Love works in all."

"But time irreparable hasts away."

"If I may great things compare with Small."

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

"Nor is there place for Death."

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

"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."

"Can in Celestial minds such Passion reign?"

"So great the Task to raise the Roman State!"

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

"This Story may Delightful be to tell another day."

"Live, and with Hope such happy Dayes expect. This said, although opprest with weighty Care, He shews glad Looks, and hides his deep Despair."

"Having drown'd her sparkling Eyes in tears."

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

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

"She all the Goddesses excels."

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

"Taught by my Woes, to succour the distrest."

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

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

"Vanquisht men's safety is to hope for none."

"The hope of my poor Flock."