“Fliest thou me?
Now by these Tears, by this Right hand I thee
(Who now unfortunate can boast no more)
By our late Vows, our Nuptial Rites implore;
If e're I did oblige, if ever please,
Take pitie on a falling House; And these
Designes, if Praier may yet find rome, lay by.”

—  John Ogilby

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

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