But I did not love you. I broke my troth with you1 and embraced another while applause echoed about me. For to love this world is to break troth with you,2 yet men applaud and are ashamed to be otherwise. I did not weep over this, but instead I wept for Dido, who surrendered her life to the sword, while I forsook you and surrendered myself to the lowest of your created things.