DIDO:Whence could so much virtue spring?
What storms, what battles did he sing?
Anchises' valour mix'd with Venus' charms,
How soft in peace, and yet how fierce in arms!
BELINDA: A tale so strong and full of wo
Might melt the rocks, as well as you.
What stubborn heart unmov'd could see
Such distress, such piety?
DIDO: Mine with storms of care oppress'd
Is taught to pity the distress'd;
Mean wretches grief can touch,
So soft, so sensible my breast,
but ah! I fear I pity his too much.