T. S. Eliot called Dido's snub of Aeneas in Hades "the most telling snub in all of poetry."

Among them Phoenician Dido wandered, in the great wood, her wound still fresh. As soon as the Trojan hero stood near her and knew her, shadowy among the shadows, like a man who sees, or thinks he sees, the new moon rising through a cloud, as its month begins, he wept tears and spoke to her with tender affection: ‘Dido, unhappy spirit, was the news, that came to me of your death, true then, taking your life with a blade? Alas, was I the cause of your dying? I swear by the stars, by the gods above, by whatever truth may be in the depths of the earth, I left your shores unwillingly, my queen.

Virgil, Aeneid bk. 6.440-476.

Need I write more. I left my own shores like Ulysses, with ancient mariners still adept at adventure. But tired as I am, I weep daily the folly of my passage through the straits.