DIDONE ABBANDONATA D'ENEA: 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 wrongs create no trouble in thy breast; remember me, but ah! forget my fate.

Speranza

 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