Songs Compleat, Pleasant and Divertive/Volume 6/When Dido was a Carthage Queen
Queen Dido.
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When Dido was a Carthage Queen,
She lov’d a Trojan Knight;
Who sail’d about from Coast to Coast,
Of Metal brave in Fight:
As they Hunting rid, a Shower,
Did on their Heads with fury pour,
Drove ’em to a lonely Cave,
Where Æneas with his Charms,
Caught fair Dido in his Arms,
And got what he would have.
She lov’d a Trojan Knight;
Who sail’d about from Coast to Coast,
Of Metal brave in Fight:
As they Hunting rid, a Shower,
Did on their Heads with fury pour,
Drove ’em to a lonely Cave,
Where Æneas with his Charms,
Caught fair Dido in his Arms,
And got what he would have.
Then Dido Hymen’s Rites forgot,
Her Love was won in hast;
Her Honour she consider’d not,
But in her Breast him plac’d;
Now when their Loves were just began,
Great Jove sent down his winged Son,
To fright Æneas’ sleep:
Make him by the break of Day,
From Queen Dido steal away,
Which caus’d her wail and weep.
Her Love was won in hast;
Her Honour she consider’d not,
But in her Breast him plac’d;
Now when their Loves were just began,
Great Jove sent down his winged Son,
To fright Æneas’ sleep:
Make him by the break of Day,
From Queen Dido steal away,
Which caus’d her wail and weep.
Poor Dido wept, but what of that?
The Gods would have it so;
Æneas nothing did amiss,
When he was forc’d to go:
Cease Lovers, cease your Vows to keep,
With your true Loves, but let ’em weep,
’Tis folly to be true;
Let this comfort serve your turn,
That tho’ wretched Dido’s mourn,
You’ll daily Court anew.
The Gods would have it so;
Æneas nothing did amiss,
When he was forc’d to go:
Cease Lovers, cease your Vows to keep,
With your true Loves, but let ’em weep,
’Tis folly to be true;
Let this comfort serve your turn,
That tho’ wretched Dido’s mourn,
You’ll daily Court anew.