"dixit, et os impressa toro 'moriemur inultae,
sed moriamur' ait. 'sic, sic iuvat ire sub umbras.
hauriat hunc oculis ignem crudelis ab alto
Dardanus, et nostrae secum ferat omina mortis.'
dixerat, atque illam media inter talia ferro
conlapsam aspiciunt comites, ensemque cruore
spmantem sparsasque manus. it clamor ad alta
atria: concussam bacchatur Fama per urbem."
This part of the Aeneid never fails to make me cry, it's so beautifully written and really pulls at my heartstrings. I couldn't get it out of my head for days and I wanted to make a design that I hope does Dido some justice.
