o sola infandos Troiae miserata labores, quae nos, reliquias Danaum, terraeque marisque omnibus exhaustos iam casibus, omnium egenos, urbe, domo socias, grates persolvere dignas non opis est nostrae, Dido, nec quidquid ubique est gentis Dardaniae, magnum quae sparsa per orbem.
O you who alone have pitied Troys unutterable woes, you who grant us'the remnant left by the Greeks, now outworn by every mischance of land and sea, and destitute of all'a share in your city and home, to pay you fitting thanks, Dido, is not in our power, nor in theirs who anywhere survive of Trojan race, scattered over the wide world.
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