From Ovid

1.
Since I have lost my bridal name,
Sichæan Dido, when the gloom
Of death has quenched my vital flame,
Be this the legend on my tomb:

2.
"The worst of Trojans gave, alas,
The cruel cause—the sword unjust;
Poor Dido, brought to life's last pass,
Could furnish nothing but the thrust!"