| Author |
Quotes |
| Abraham Cowley | Nature's self's thy Ganymede. |
| Bible | And when they heard these sayings, they were full of wrath, and cried out, saying, Great is Diana of the Ephesians. |
| Bishop Reginald Heber | The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone. |
| Callimachus | The Graces, three erewhile, are three no more; A fourth is come with perfume sprinkled o'er. 'Tis Berenice blest and fair; were she Away the Graces would no Graces be. |
| Callimachus | Two goddesses now must Cyprus adore; The Muses are ten, and the Graces are four; Stella's wit is so charming, so sweet her fair face, She shines a new Venus, a Muse, and a Grace. |
| Elizabeth Barrett Browning | And that dismal cry rose slowly And sank slowly through the air, Full of spirit's melancholy And eternity's despair! And they heart the words it said-- Pan is dead! great Pan is dead! Pan, Pan is dead! |
| Homer | Who hearkens to the gods, the gods give ear. |
| Homer | The son of Saturn gave The nod with his dark brows. The ambrosial curls Upon the Sovereign One's immortal head Were shaken, and with them the mighty mount, Olympus trembled. |
| Homer | Shakes his ambroisal curls, and gives the nod, The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god. |
| Homer | The ox-eyes awful Juno. |
| Homer | Yet verily these issues lie on the lap of the gods. |
| J Milton Hayes | There's a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Khatmandu, There's a little marble cross below the town, There's a broken-hearted woman tends the grave of Mad Carew, And the yellow god forever gazes down. |
| Robert Greene | Though men determine, the gods doo dispose: and oft times many things fall out betweene the cup and the lip. |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge | Never, believe me, Appear the Immortals, Never alone. |
| Walter Bagehot | The Ethiop gods have Ethiop lips, Bronze cheeks, and woolly hair; The Grecian gods are like the Greeks, As keen-eyed, cold and fair. |
| Walter Bagehot | Speak of the gods as they are. |
| Marcus Tullius Cicero | Ye immortal gods! where in the world are we? |
| John Dryden | With ravish'd ears The monarch hears, Assumes the god, Affects to nod, And seems to shake the spheres. |
| Ralph Waldo Emerson | Cupid is a casuist, a mystic, and a cabalist,-- Can your lurking thought surprise, And interpret your device, . . . . All things wait for and divine him,-- How shall I dare to malign him? |
| Unattributed Author | Either Zeus came to earth to shew his form to thee, Phidias, or thou to heaven hast gone the god to see. |
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