How, when Aeneas came, he found her queen.
Aeneas and some refugees from Troy
Were wandering about uncharted seas;
Aeneas had a cold—unlucky boy!
(’Twould wring your heart to hear his mournful sneeze!)
In fact, they all were troubled as to nose,
Clad as they were in lightest marching clothes;
So when they came at last to Dido’s land,
They were a sick and sorry-looking band.
“Not unacquainted with distress,” she said,