"I that my slender oaten pipe in verse was wont to sound Of woods, and next to that I taught for husbandmen the ground, How fruit unto their greedy lust they might constrain to bring, A work of thanks: Lo now of Mars, and dreadful wars I sing, Of arms, and of the man of Troy, that first by fatal flight Did thence arrive to Lavine land, that now Italia hight."
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Beginning of the first Book of the Aeneidos of Virgil, as quoted in The Oxford History of Poetry in English, Vol. IV (Oxford University Press, 2022), p. 269
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Thomas Phaer
Thomas Phaer (c. 1510 – 12 August 1560) was an English lawyer, paediatrician, and author.
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