“Hail mighty Maro! may that sacred name
Kindle my breast with thy celestial flame;
Sublime ideas and apt words infuse,
The Muse instruct my voice, and thou inspire the Muse!”

—  Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon

Source: Essay on Translated Verse (1684), Line 173.

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