The earth is rocking, the skies are riven Jove in a passion, in god-like fashion, Is breaking the crystal urns of heaven.
Fool, not to know that love endures no tie, And Jove but laughs at lovers'perjury. 292john dryden
Fool, not to know that love endures no tie, And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury.john dryden
His body was as straight as Circe's wand; Jove might have sipped out nectar from his hand.Christopher Marlowe
Books and the Man I sing, the first who brings The Smithfield Muses to the Ear of Kings. Say great Patricians! (since your selves inspire These wond'rous works; so Jove and Fate require) Say from what cause, in vain decry'd and curst, Still Dunce the second reigns like Dunce the first?Alexander Pope
Jove lifts the golden balances that show The fates of mortal men, and things below.
His nature is too noble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for's power to thunder.william shakespeare
I too Will cast the spear and leave the rest to Jove.homer
The bird of Jove, stoop'd from his aery tour, Two birds of gayest plume before him drove.john milton
Prince Edward all in gold, as he great Jove had been, The Mountfords all in plumes, like estridges were seen.Michael Drayton
And threat'ning France, plac'd like a painted Jove, Kept idle thunder in his lifted hand.john dryden
You would for paradise break faith and troth, And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath.
At lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Jove weighs affairs of earth in dubious scales, And the good suffers while the bad prevails.
High in the home of the summers, the seats of the happy immortals, Shrouded in knee-deep blaze, unapproachable; there ever youthful Hebé, Harmonié, and the daughter of Jove, Aphrodité, Whirled in the white-linked dance, with the gold-crowned Hours and Graces.Charles Kingsley
Or ask of yonder argent fields above Why Jove's satellites are less than Jove.Alexander Pope
Aërial spirits, by great Jove design'd To be on earth the guardians of mankind: Invisible to mortal eyes they go, And mark our actions, good or bad, below: The immortal spies with watchful care preside, And thrice ten thousand round their charges glide: They can reward with glory or with gold, A power they by Divine permission hold.
We have winning wiles and witcheries, Such incantations as thy sterner wit Did never dream of. Time hath been ere now That Jove hath listen'd to our minstrelsy. Till wrath would seem to drop out of his soul Like a forgotten thing.
By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent, And what to those we give, to Jove is lent.homer
The chain that's fixed to the throne of Jove, On which the fabric of our world depends, One link dissolved, the whole creation ends.Edmund Waller