Quotes by Mark Akenside

And the veil, spun from the cobweb fashion of the times, to hid the feeling heart.
– Mark Akenside
Away! Away! Tempt me no more insidious love.
– Mark Akenside
He with cowslips pale, primrose and purple lychnis decked the green before my threshold, and my shelving walls with honeysuckle covered.
– Mark Akenside
Seeks painted trifles and fantastic toys, and eagerly pursues imaginary joys.
– Mark Akenside
Such and so various are the tastes of men.
– Mark Akenside
Than Timolean's arms require, and Tully's curule chair, and Milton's golden lyre.
– Mark Akenside
The man forget not, though in rags he lies, and know the mortal through a crown's disguise.
– Mark Akenside
This was Shakespeare's form; who walked in every path of human life, felt every passion; and to all mankind doth now, will ever, that experience yield which his own genius only could acquire.
– Mark Akenside