Great Jove sent down his winged Son,
To fright Æneas' sleep:
Make him by the break of Day,
From Queen Dido steal away,
Which caus'd her wail and weep.
Poor Dido wept, but what of that?
The Gods would have it so;
Æneas nothing did amiss,
When he was forc'd to go:
Cease Lovers, cease your Vows to keep,