Dido and Aeneas, Z. 626, Act III: Thy hand, Belinda… When I am laid in earth
Nahum Tate
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 in earth,
May my wrongs create
No trouble in thy breast,
Remember me!
But ah! forget my fate.
