William Drummond of Hawthornden quotes

The last and greatest herald of Heaven's King, Girt with rough skins, hies to the deserts wild, Among that savage brood the woods forth bring, Which he than man more harmless found and mild. (William Drummond of Hawthornden)
God never had a church but there, men say, The Devil a chapel hath raised by some wyles. I doubted of this saw, till on a day I westward spied great Edinburgh's Saint Gyles. View quote
William Drummond of Hawthornden
Of this fair volume which we World do name If we the sheets and leaves could turn with care, Of him who it corrects, and did it frame, We clear might read the art and wisdom rare. View quote
William Drummond of Hawthornden
Here is the pleasant place, And nothing wanted is, save She, alas! View quote
William Drummond of Hawthornden
This is the morn should bring unto this grove My love, to hear and recompense my love. View quote
William Drummond of Hawthornden
Phœbus, arise! And paint the sable skies With azure, white, and red. View quote
William Drummond of Hawthornden
My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow With thy green mother in some shady grove, When immelodious winds but made thee move, And birds their ramage did on thee bestow. View quote
William Drummond of Hawthornden
Doth then the world go thus, doth all thus move? Is this the justice which on Earth we find? Is this that firm decree which all doth bind? Are these your influences, Powers above? View quote
William Drummond of Hawthornden
Make an eternal spring; Give life to this dark world which lieth dead. Spread forth thy golden hair In larger locks than thou wast wont before, And emperor-like decore With diadem of pearl thy temples fair. View quote
William Drummond of Hawthornden
My thoughts hold mortal strife; I do detest my life, And with lamenting cries Peace to my soul to bring Oft call that prince which here doth monarchise: - But he, grim-grinning King, Who caitiffs scorns, and doth the blest surprise, Late having deck'd with beauty's rose his tomb, Disdains to crop a weed, and will not come. View quote
William Drummond of Hawthornden
This Life, which seems so fair, Is like a bubble blown up in the air By sporting children's breath, Who chase it every where. (William Drummond of Hawthornden)
For what doth serve all that this world contains, Sith she for whom those once to me were dear, No part of them can have now with me here? View quote
William Drummond of Hawthornden
What doth it serve to see sun's burning face, And skies enamelled with both the Indies' gold? View quote
William Drummond of Hawthornden