This filly woman never slept,
But in her chamber, all alone, As one unhappy, always wept,
And to the walls fhe made her moan; That the fhould ftill defire in vain The thing that she could not obtain.
And thus in grief she spent the night,
Till twinkling ftars from sky were fled,
And Phoebus, with his glittering beams,
Through mifty clouds appeared red;
Then tidings came to her anon,
That all the Trojan fhips were gone.
And then the queen, with bloody knife,
Did arm her heart as hard as stone,
Yet, fomewhat loth to lose her life,
In woeful wife fhe made her moan;
And, rolling on her careful bed,
With fighs and fobs, these words she said:
O wretched Dido queen! quoth fhe,
I fee thy end approaching near;
For he is gone away from thee,
Whom thou did'st love, and held fo dear: Is he then gone, and paffed by ?
O heart, prepare thyfelf to die.
Though Reason would thou should'st forbear,
And stay thy hand from bloody ftroke;
Yet Fancy fays thou should't not fear,
Who fettereth thee in Cupids yoke.
Come death, quoth fhe, refolve my fmart :-
And, with these words, fhe pierc'd her heart.
When Death had pierc'd the tender heart,
Of Dido, Carthaginian queen;
And bloody knife did end the smart,
Which the fuftain'd in woeful teen ;
Eneas being shipp'd and gone,
Whose flattery caused all her moan;
Her funeral moft coftly made,
And all things furnish'd mournfully;
Her body fine in mold was laid,
Where it confumed speedily :
Her fifters tears her tomb beftrew'd;
Her fubjects grief their kindness fhew'd.
Then was Æneas in an ifle,
In Grecia, where he liv'd long space,
Whereas her fifter, in fhort while,
Writ to him to his vile difgrace;
In phrase of letters to her mind,
She told him plain he was unkind.
Falfe-hearted wretch, quoth fhe, thou art;
And treacherously thou haft betray'd
Unto thy lure a gentle heart,
Which unto thee fuch welcome made;
My fifter dear, and Carthage joy,
Whofe folly wrought her dire annoy.
Yet, on her death-bed when the lay,
She pray'd for thy profperity,
Befeeching Heaven, that every day
Might breed thy great felicity:
Thus, by thy means I loft a friend;
Heaven fend thee fuch untimely end.
When he these lines, full fraught with gall,
Perufed had, and weigh'd them right,
His lofty courage then did fall,
And straight appeared in his fight
Queen Didos ghost, both grim and pale ;
Which made this gallant foldier quail.
Eneas, quoth this grifly ghoft,
My whole delight while I did live,
Thee of all men I loved moft;
My fancy and my will did give:
For entertainment I thee gave,
Unthankfully thou dig'st my grave.
Therefor prepare thy fleeting foul
To wander with me in the air;
Where deadly grief fhall make it howl,
Because of me thou took'st no care:
Delay no time, thy glass is run,
Thy day is pass'd, thy death is come.
O ftay a while, thou lovely fprite;
Be not fo hafty to convey
My foul into eternal night,
Where it shall ne'er behold bright day.
O do not frown,-thy angry look
Hath made my breath my life forfook.
But, woe to me! it is in vain,
And bootless is my difmal cry;
Time will not be recall'd again,
Nor thou furceafe before I die:
O let me live, to make amends
Unto fome of thy dearest friends.
But, feeing thou obdurate art,
And wilt no pity to me fhow,
Because from thee I did depart,
And left unpaid what I did owe,
I muft content myself to take
What lot thou wilt with me partake.
And like one being in a trance,
A multitude of ugly fiends
About this woeful prince did dance,
No help he had of any friends;
His body then they took away,
And no man knew his dying day.
ILL you hear a Spanish lady,
How fhe woo'd an English man ?
Garments gay as rich as may be
Deck'd with jewels had fhe on:
Of a comely countenance and grace was the,
Both by birth and parentage of high degree.
As his prifoner there he kept her,
In his hands her life did lie;
Cupids bands did tie them fafter,
By the liking of an eye.
In his courteous company was all her joy,
To favour him in any thing fhe was not coy.
But at laft there came commandment
For to fet all ladies free,
With their jewels ftill adorned,
None to do them injury.
O, then faid this lady gay, full woe is me!
O let me still fuftain this kind captivity!
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