2161506In him the Painter labour'd with his skill

1507To hide deceipt, and giue the harmlesse show

1508An humble gate, calme looks, eyes wayling still,

1509A brow vnbent that seem'd to welcome wo,

1510Cheeks neither red, nor pale, but mingled so,

1511 That blushing red, no guiltie instance gaue,

1512 Nor ashie pale, the feare that false hearts haue.

2171513But like a constant and confirmed Deuill,

1514He entertain'd a show, so seeming iust,

1515And therein so ensconc't his secret euill,

1516That Iealousie it selfe could not mistrust,

1517False creeping Craft, and Periurie should thrust

1518 Into so bright a daie, such blackfac'd storms,

1519 Or blot with Hell-born sin such Saint-like forms.

2181520The well-skil'd workman this milde Image drew

1521For periur'd SINON, whose inchaunting storie

1522The credulous old PRIAM after slew.

1523Whose words like wild fire burnt the shining glorie

1524Of rich-built ILLION, that the skies were sorie,

1525 And little stars shot from their fixed places,

1526 Whē their glas fel, wherin they view'd their faces.