Classic Poem

Dido : was a Carthage Queene,
& loued a Troian K nigh t,
[that] wandering, many a coste had seene,
& many a bloody ffight.
as they on hunting [rode,] a shower
droue them in a louing hower,
downe to a darkesome Caue,
wheras Æneas w i th his charmes
locket Queene didon in his armes,
& had what hee wold craue.

Dido Hymens rites fforgett,
her loue was winged w i th hast;
her honor shee regarded not,
but in her brest him placet.
but when their loues were new begun,
Ioue sent downe his winged sonne
to ffright Aeneas sleepe,
who bade him by the breake of day
ffrom Q ueene dido steale away,
w hi ch made her wayle and weepe.

dido wept, but what of this?
the gods wold haue itt soe;
Aeneas nothing did amisse,
ffor he was fforcte to goe.
Learne, Lordings, Learne, no ffaith to keepe
w i th yo u r loues, but lett them weepe;
itts ffolly to be true;
And lett this story serue yo u r turne,
& lett 20 didoes burne,
soe you gett dalye new.