Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
And yet I know were not his wandering eyes, The Cyprian bribed by some lascivious smiles, My pompous birds in triumph through the skies, Had borne the gold that oft her nymphs beguiles. Am not I she whose greatness is admired, Whom Ioue for wife, whom thousands court for love? Whom haughty Ixion once t'embrace desired, Yet with a cloud deluded did remove. What needed me a matter to submit, Where my authority might have availed? Whilst though I promised wealth, and Pallas wit, Yet with a young man Venus' gift prevailed. But how durst he t'one's pleasure thus give place, Where two contemned their honour would repair? Is not our Sex impatient of disgrace? Of which there's none, but loves to be thought fair. T'avenge myself no kind of pain I spared, And made his greatest gain his greatest loss: As Venus gave him Helen for reward, I gave him Helen for his greatest cross. Nor did he long her love with joy enjoy, Whose faithless flames his country did confound: Whilst armies armed, for her did Troy destroy, And levelled Neptune's labours with the ground. Whilst Simois seemed to be a burial field, Whose streams as streets were with dead bodies paved All Xanthus' plain as turned t'a sea did yield A flood of blood, from hero's wounds received By braving thousands once though much esteemed, By dust and blood deformed, of Hector slain (Nor like Patrocius by the sword redeemed) The body basely was bought back again. Then by the same man's son that killed his son, Th' old Priamus surprised sighed forth his breath: And being most harmed where he for help had run, Whilst taking th'Altar, taken was by death; Though wrestling long t'avoid the heavens decree, By th'enemies sword being parted from the light, He that loved Helen, and was loath de by me, Died as a sacrifice t'appease my spite. Last having lived (if misery be a life) T'entomb all hers, that high mishaps had tried Though once being both, nor mother then, nor wife, The fertile Hecub', as being barren died. Thus by those means it would have seemed to some, That my scorned beauty had been highly venged: But whilst they were o'er-comed they did o'ercome, Since they for better states their states have changed. I in one part, that people did confound, But did enlarge their power in every place: All warlike nations through the world renowned, Now from the Phrygian ruins raise their race. And yet two traitors that betrayed the rest, (O heavens, that treason thus should prosper whiles) Of the Dardanian race did chance the best, More happy than at home in their exiles.
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And yet I know were not his wandring eyes, The Ciprian bribde by ſome laſciuious ſmiles, My pompous birds in triumph through the skies, Had borne the golde that oft her nimphes beguiles. Am not I ſhe whoſe greatneſſe is admirde, Whom Ioue for wife, whom thouſands court for loue? Whom haughtie Ixion once t'imbrace deſirde, Yet with a clowde deluded did remooue. What needed me a matter to ſubmit, Where my authoritie might haue auailde? Whilſt though I promiſde wealth, and Pallas wit, Yet with a yong man Venus gift preuaild. But how durſt he t'ones pleaſure thus giue place, Where two contemnd their honour would repaire? Is not our Sexe impatient of diſgrace? Of which there's none, but loues to be thought faire. T'auenge my ſelfe no kinde of paine I ſparde, And made his greateſt gaine his greateſt loſſe: As Venus gaue him Helen for reward, I gaue him Helen for his greateſt croſſe. Nor did he long her loue with ioy enioy, Whoſe faithleſſe flames his countrey did confound: Whilſt armies arm'd, for her did Troy deſtroy, And leuel'd Neptunes labours with the ground. Whilſt Simois ſeem'de to be a buriall field, Whoſe ſtreames as ſtreetes were with dead bodies pau'd All Xanthus plaine as turnde t'a ſea did yeeld A flood of blood, from Heroes wounds receiu'd By brauing thouſands once though much eſteem'd, By duſt and blood deform'd, of Hector ſlaine (Nor like Patrocius by the ſword redeem'd) The bodie baſely was bought backe againe. Then by the ſame mans ſonne that kild his ſonne, Th' old Priamus ſurprizde ſigh'd forth his breath: And being moſt harm'd where he for helpe had runne, Whilſt taking th'Altar, taken was by death; Though wreſtling long t'auoide the heauens decree, By th'enemies ſword being parted from the light, He that lu'de Helen, and was loath de by me, Di'd as a ſacrifice t'appeaſe my ſpight. Laſt hauing liu'd (if miſerie be a life) T'entombe all hers, that high miſhaps had tride Though once being both, nor mother then, nor wife, The fertile Hecub', as being barren dide. Thus by thoſe meanes it would haue ſeem'd to ſome, That my ſcornde beautie had bin highly vengde: But whilſt they were ore-com'd they did ore-come, Since they for better ſtates their ſtates haue changde. I in one part, that people did confound, But did enlarge their power in euery place: Al warlike nations through the world renowned, Now from the Phrygian ruines raiſe their race. And yet two traitors that betraide the reſt, (O heauens, that treaſon thus ſhould proſper whiles) Of the Dardanian race did chance the beſt, More happie then at home in their exiles.