Philips

Cited as Philips. — 21 quotations

[Let zephyrs] administer their tepid, genial airs.

Nor could her virtues the relentless hand Of Death arrest.

Blind bayard moves the mill.

Soft whispering airs . . . becalm the mind.

An ecstasy, which mothers only feel, Plays round my heart and brightens all my sorrow.

These parting numbers, cadenced by my grief.

Host coped with host, dire was the din of war.

Nor thinks it diminution to be ranked In military honor next.

Thy droughty throat.

Forms their ductile minds To human virtues.

What sure expedient than shall Juno find, To calm her fears and ease her boding mind?

The clouds drop fatness.

But let her go for an ungrateful woman.

You have the art to gloss the foulest cause.

Of ancient British art A pleasing monument.

The good Ostorius often deigned To grace my slender table with his presence.

When again the lambkins play -- Pretty sportlings, full of May.

The mountain stag that springs From height to height, and bounds along the plains.

With prudent stay he long deferred The rough contention.

O woeful day! O day of woe!

We need not lavish hours in wordy periods.