John Denham, fully Sir John Denham

Denham, fully Sir John Denham

English Poet and Courtier, Surveyor of the King's Works

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Nor ought a genius less than his that writ attempt translation.

The harmony of things, as well as that of sound, from discord springs.

Actions of the last age are like almanacs of the last year.

Nothing happens until something moves.

The man who first abused his fellows with swear-words instead of bashing their brains out with a club should be counted among those who laid the foundations of civilization.

And doubt, a greater mischief than despair.

O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o’erflowing full.

The three first parts I dedicate to my old friends, to take off those melancholy reflections which the sense of age, infirmity, and death may give them.

Books should to one of these fours ends conduce, for wisdom, piety, delight, or use.

O happiness of sweet retir'd content! To be at once secure and innocent.

There are certain garbs and modes of speaking which vary with the times; the fashion of our clothes being not more subject to alteration than that of our speech.

But whither am I strayed? I need not raise Trophies to thee from other men's dispraise; Nor is thy fame on lesser ruins built; Nor needs thy juster title the foul guilt Of Eastern kings, who, to secure their reign, Must have their brothers, sons, and kindred slain.

O, could I flow like thee! and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme; Though deep yet clear, though gentle yet not dull; Strong without rage, without o'erflowing full.

Though with those streams he no resemblance hold, Whose foam is amber and their gravel gold; His genuine and less guilty wealth t' explore, Search not his bottom, but survey his shore.

Clear-sighted reason, wisdom's judgment leads; and sense, her vassal, in her footsteps treads.

Old Mother Wit, and Nature gave Shakespeare and Fletcher all they have; In Spenser, and in Jonson, Art, Of slower Nature got the start. ‘On Mr Abraham Cowley’ Such is our pride, our folly, or our fate, That few, but such as cannot write, translate.

'Tis the most certain sign, the world's accurst That the best things corrupted, are the worst; 'Twas the corrupted Light of knowledge, hurl'd Sin, Death, and Ignorance o'er all the world; That Sun like this (from which our sight we have) Gaz'd on too long, resumes the light he gave.

Darkness our guide, Despair our leader was.

People love chopping wood. In this activity one immediately sees results.

Uncertain ways unsafest are, And doubt a greater mischief than despair.

Expect not more from servants than is just; Reward them well, if they observe their trust, Nor with them cruelty or pride invade; Since God and nature them our brothers made.

Poetry is of so subtle a spirit that in the pouring out of one language into another it will all evaporate; and if a new spirit be not added in the transfusion there will remain nothing but a caput mortuum.

We are never like angels till our passion dies.

From Egypt arts their progress made to Greece, wrapped in the fable of the golden fleece.

Rashness and haste make all things insecure.

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English Poet and Courtier, Surveyor of the King's Works