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70 I deemed so; nor was I much deceau'd,

Por poured forth in sensuall Delight,

There might I see of Sences quite bereau'd

King Priams Sonne, that Alexander hight

(Wrapt in the Mantle of eternall Night),

And vnder him, awaiting for his fall,

Sate Shame, here Death, & there sat fel Despight,

That with their Horrour did his heart appall:

Thus was his Blisse to Bale, his Hony turn'd to gall.

In which delight feeding mine hungry eye,

Of two great Goddesses a sight I had,

And after them in wondrous Iollity,

(As one that inly ioy'd, so was she glad),

The Queene of Loue full royallie yclad;

In glistring golde, and peerelesse precious stone

There might I spie; and her Companion bad,

Proud Paris, Nephew to Laomedon

That afterward did cause the Death of many a one.