VII.
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.
VIII.
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.
