the daylight she sits sentinel on a high house-top, or on a
lofty turret, and makes great cities afraid; as apt to cling
to falsehood and wrong as to proclaim the truth. So
then she was filling the public ear with a thousand tales—things
done and things never done alike the burden of
her song—how that Æneas, a prince of Trojan blood, had 5
arrived at Carthage, a hero whom lovely Dido deigned to
make her husband, and now in luxurious ease they were
wearing away the length of winter together, forgetful of
the crowns they wore or hoped to wear, and enthralled by