“Three times I strove to cling about her Neck,
Thrice her in vain my circling Arms entwin'd
She like a swift Dream flyes, or nimble Wind.”

—  John Ogilby

The Works of Publius Virgilius Maro (2nd ed. 1654), Virgil's Æneis

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