Dido & Aeneas

Thy hand, Belinda, darkness shades me.
On thy bosom let me rest...
More I would but death invades me.
Death is now... a welcome guest.

When I am laid, am laid in earth.
May my words create no trouble,
no trouble in thy breast.
Remember me, remember me, but Ah!
Forget my fate.

E mais nada a dizer, porque tudo já foi dito na ária do Purcell...