John Ogilby

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

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.

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

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.

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 …

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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 …

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

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

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

Who a Lover can deceive?

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

He must hoyst Sail, and fly.

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.

The Queen neglected Fame for Love.

Stupendious Works unfinish'd lye.