"That prudent Hero's wandering, Muse, rehearse, Who (Troy b'ing sack'd) coasting the Universe, Saw many Cities, and their various Modes; Much suffering, tost by Storms on raging Floods, His Friends conducting to their Native Coast: But all in vain, for he his Navy lost, And they their Lives, prophanely feasting on Herds consecrated to the glorious Sun; Who much incens'd obstructed so their way, They ne'er return'd: Jove's Daughter this display."
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John Ogilby
John Ogilby (17 November 1600 – 4 September 1676) was a Scottish translator, impresario and cartographer.
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