"To Dido But in Italy my fate calls me. | Italy Apollo in Delos, in Lycia, everywhere | I'll go, or I'll send to spy on him, he promises me. | This is love, this is my homeland. | If you, who came from Phoenicia, | you sit in Cartago, and you delight and enjoy | of your Libyan kingdom, what prohibition, | what envy is yours, that my Trojans | take Ausonia?"