Quote#Dreams
Three times I strove to cling about her Neck
Quote byJohn Ogilby · 1600–1676
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Virgil's Æneis.
English (original)
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
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