DIDO
Whence could so much virtue spring?
What storms, what battles did he sing?
Anchises' valour mixt with Venus' charms,
how soft in peace, and yet how fierce in arms!
BELINDA
A tale so strong and full of woe
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 opprest
is taught to pity the distrest.
Mean wretches' grief can touch,
so soft, so sensible my breast;
But ah! I fear, I pity his too much.
Whence could so much virtue spring?
What storms, what battles did he sing?
Anchises' valour mixt with Venus' charms,
how soft in peace, and yet how fierce in arms!
BELINDA
A tale so strong and full of woe
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 opprest
is taught to pity the distrest.
Mean wretches' grief can touch,
so soft, so sensible my breast;
But ah! I fear, I pity his too much.