Quote#Poetry
O Divine Poet, me thy Verses please
Quote byJohn Ogilby · 1600–1676
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Virgil's Bucolicks.
English (original)
O Divine Poet, me thy Verses please More than soft slumber laid in quiet ease.
— John Ogilby
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