Virgil

Had I continued free, and still my own;
Avoiding love, I had not found despair,
But shar'd with salvage beasts the common air.

land forsaken, and my love betray'd?
Shall we not arm? not rush from ev'ry street,
To follow, sink, and burn his perjur'd fleet?
Haste, haul my galleys out! pursue the foe!
Bring flaming brands! set sail, and swiftly row!

Nor league, nor love, the hostile nations know!

Clogg'd in the wound the cruel weapon stands;
The spouting blood came streaming on her hands.
Her sad attendants saw the deadly stroke,
And with loud cries the sounding palace shook.

Was all this train of plots contriv'd," said

Nor made her sacred to the shades below.

The Sisters had not cut the topmost hair,

Not far from these Phoenician Dido stood,
Fresh from her wound, her bosom bath'd in blood;

far from these Phoenician Dido stood,
Fresh from her wound, her bosom bath'd in blood;

Disdainfully she look'd; then turning round,
But fix'd her eyes unmov'd upon the ground,
And what he says and swears, regards no more