She made him rich, but famous he is not.
We take them now, but who is there can tell
The doctor who first served mankind so well?
But let us haste—this yarn, beyond all doubt,
Grows dull apace, and slow, and long-drawn-out.
To cut it short; she loved him; he loved her;
He stuck around; she made him quite at home;
The two were quite domestic I infer
Until Aeneas took a boat for Rome.
Rome wasn’t there—but what cared he for that?