I wish the weather would make up its mind as to whether it’s going to rain or not. This whole “two minutes of sunshine, then two minutes of overcast darkness, then back to sunshine” routine is starting to grate on my nerves.
Anthologia Planudea 151 (author and date unknown)
You’re gazing, stranger, at the perfect likeness of famous Dido-
An image that shines with beauty like the gods’.
This is just how I looked, but my mind was not what you’ve heard-
It was for deeds of good reputation that I won my glory.
For never did I lay eyes on Aeneas, nor did I journey
To Libya at the time that Troy was sacked.
No- fleeing Iarbas’ attempts to force me into marriage,
I drove a two-edged sword deep into my heart.
Pierian Muses, why did you arm terrible Vergil against me,
To tell such lies and slander my self-control?
Ἀρχέτυπον Διδοῦς ἐρικυδέος, ὦ ξένε, λεύσσεις,
εἰκόνα θεσπεσίῳ κάλλεϊ λαμπομένην.
τοίη καὶ γενόμην, ἀλλ’ οὐ νόον, οἷον ἀκούεις,
ἔσχον ἐπ’ εὐφήμοις δόξαν ἐνεγκαμένη.
οὐδὲ γὰρ Αἰνείαν ποτ’ ἐσέδρακον, οὐδὲ χρόνοισι
Τροίης περθομένης ἤλυθον ἐς Λιβύην·
ἀλλὰ βίας φεύγουσα Ἰαρβαίων ὑμεναίων
πῆξα κατὰ κραδίης φάσγανον ἀμφίτομον.
Πιερίδες, τί μοι αἰνὸν ἐφωπλίσσασθε Μάρωνα
οἷα καθ’ ἡμετέρης ψεύσατο σωφροσύνης;
The Meeting of Dido and Aeneas, Nathaniel Dance-Holland (1735-1811)