See, thou hast thy heart's desire, Poor Dido burns with love, her blood is turned to fire.
XIV.

"Come then and rule we, each with equal power, These folks as one.

Let Tyrian Dido bear A Phrygian's yoke, and Tyrians be her dower." Then Venus, for she marked the Libyan snare To snatch Italia's lordship, "Who would care To spurn such offer, or with thee contend, Should fortune follow on a scheme so fair?
'Tis Fate, I doubt, if Jupiter intend The sons of Tyre and Troy in common league to blend.
XV.

"Thou art his consort; 'tis thy right to learn By prayer the counsels of his breast.

Lead thou, I follow." Quickly Juno made return: "Be mine that task.