1951359But long shee thinkes till he returne againe,

1360And yet the dutious vassall scarce is gone,

1361The wearie time shee cannot entertaine,

1362For now tis stale to sigh, to weepe, and grone,

1363So woe hath wearied woe, mone tired mone,

1364 That shee her plaints a little while doth stay,

1365 Pawsing for means to mourne some newer way.

1961366At last shee cals to mind where hangs a peece

1367Of skilfull painting, made for PRIAMS Troy,

1368Before the which is drawn the power of Greece,

1369For HELENS rape, the Cittie to destroy,

1370Threatning cloud-kissing ILLION with annoy,

1371 Which the conceipted Painter drew so prowd,

1372 As Heauen (it seem'd) to kisse the turrets bow'd.

1971373A thousand lamentable obiects there,

1374In scorne of Nature, Art gaue liuelesse life,

1375Many a dry drop seem'd a weeping teare,

1376Shed for the slaughtred husband by the wife.

1377The red bloud reek'd to shew the Painters strife,

1378 And dying eyes gleem'd forth their ashie lights,

1379 Like dying coales burnt out in tedious nights.