Quote#Wisdom
How could my Son so highly thee incense
Quote byJohn Ogilby · 1600–1676
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Virgil's Æneis, Compare John Dryden's translation: How could my pious son thy pow'r incense? Or what, alas! is vanish'd Troy's offense?.
English (original)
How could my Son so highly thee incense What was the wasted Trojans great offence?
— John Ogilby
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