With purple buskin—such our country’s garb. Thou seest
Before thee Punic realms; the city and its men
Are both alike Phœnician; but around them lie
The borders of the Libyans, hardy race, unmatched
In war. The city owns the sway of Dido, late
Escaped from Tyre and from her brother’s threat’nings. Long
The story of her wrongs, and devious its way;
But here I ‘ll trace the outline of her history.
Her husband was Sychæus, of his countrymen
The richest far in wide possessions; well beloved