22115411541"For even as subtle Sinon here is painted,

15421542So sober-sad, so weary, and so mild,

15431543As if with grief or travail he had fainted,

15441544To me came Tarquin armèd to beguild

15451545With outward honesty, but yet defiled

15461546With inward vice. As Priam him did cherish,

15471547So did I Tarquin, so my Troy did perish."

22215481548"Look, look, how list'ning Priam wets his eyes

15491549To see those borrowed tears that Sinon sheds.

15501550Priam, why art thou old and yet not wise?

15511551For every tear he falls a Trojan bleeds.

15521552His eye drops fire, no water thence proceeds;

15531553Those round clear pearls of his that move thy pity

15541554Are balls of quenchless fire to burn thy city."

22315551555"Such devils steal effects from lightless hell,

15561556For Sinon in his fire doth quake with cold,

15571557And in that cold hot-burning fire doth dwell.

15581558These contraries such unity do hold

15591559Only to flatter fools and make them bold;

15601560So Priam's trust false Sinon's tears doth flatter

15611561That he finds means to burn his Troy with water."

22415621562Here, all enraged, such passion her assails

15631563That patience is quite beaten from her breast.

15641564She tears the senseless Sinon with her nails,

15651565Comparing him to that unhappy guest

15661566Whose deed hath made herself herself detest.

15671567At last she smilingly with this gives o'er:

15681568"Fool, fool," quoth she, "his wounds will not be sore."

22515691569Thus ebbs and flows the current of her sorrow,

15701570And time doth weary time with her complaining.

15711571She looks for night, and then she longs for morrow,

15721572And both she thinks too long with her remaining.

15731573Short time seems long in sorrow's sharp sustaining;

15741574Though woe be heavy, yet it seldom sleeps,

15751575And they that watch see time how slow it creeps.