"No, princess, friend, | it is not indignation, it is not fear that moves | the Phrygian sails and transports me elsewhere. | I know that Dido loves me; | unfortunately I know; nor was I afraid of her. | I love it, and I remember it | how much she did for me: I am not ungrateful. | But let me expose again | to the will of the waves my days | she prescribes my destiny, the gods want it; | and I am so unfortunate, | that fate seems to be my fault.""