Specimens of English literature from the 'Ploughmans crede' to the ...

Specimens of English literature from the 'Ploughmans crede' to the ... Specimens of English literature from the 'Ploughmans crede' to the ...

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1;2yCJ XXIV. THOMAS SACKVILLE, LORD BUCKHURST.59 Whom great Macedo vanquisht there in fight ^With diepe slaughter, dispoylyng all his pryde,Pearst through his realmes, and daunted all his might.Duke Hanniball beheld I there beside,In Cannas field, victor howe he did ride,And woful Romaynes that in vayne withstoode,And Consull Paulus covered all in blood.60 Yet sawe I more the fight at Trasimene,And Trebye ^ fyeld, and eke when HanniballAnd worthy Scipio last in armes were seeneBefore Carthago gate, to trye for allThe worldes empyre, to whom it should befal.There sawe IPompeye, and Cesar clad in armes,Theyr hostes alyed and al theyr civilharmes6With co«querours hands forbathde in their owne blood.And Cesar weping ouer Pompeyes head.Yet sawe IScilla and ]Marius where they stoode,Theyr great crueltie, and the diepe bludshedOf frendes : Cyrus I sawe and his host dead.And howe the Queene with great despyte hath flongeHis head in bloud of them she overcome.62 Xerxes the Percian kyng yet sawe I there.With his huge host, that dranke the riuers drye,Dismounted hilles, and made the vales vprere,Plis hoste and all yet sawe I slayne, perdye.Thebes I sawe all razde howe it dyd lyeIn heapes of stones, and Tyrus put to spoyle,With walles and towers flateuened with the soyle.1 Printed ' sight.* 2 Prijjted ' Trebery.'

XXIV. THE MIRROUR FOR MAGISTRATES. 29963 But Troy, alas ! (methought) aboue them all,It made myne iyes in very teares consume :When I beheld the wofull werd befall,That by the wrathfull wyl of Gods was come :And loves vnmooved sentence and foredoomeOn Priam kyng, and on his towne so bent.Icould not lyn, but I must there lament,64 And that the more, sith destinie was so sterneAs, force perfor[c]e, there might no force auayle,But she must fall : and by her fall we learne,That cities, towres, wealth, world, and al shall quayle.No manhoode, might, nor nothing mought preuayle,Al were there prest ful many a prynce and piere.And many a knight that solde his death full deere65 Not wurthy Hector, wurthyest of them all.Her hope, her ioye : his force is nowe for nought.O Troy, Troy, there is no boote but bale.The hugie horse within thy walles is broughtThy turrets fall ; thy knightes, that whilom foughtIn armes amyd the fyeld, are slayne in bed,Thy Gods defylde, and all thy honour dead.66 The flames vpspring, and cruelly they crepeFrom wall to roofe, till all to cindres waste.Some fyer the houses where the wretches slepe,Sum rushe in here, sum run in there as fast.In euery-where or sworde or fyer they taste.The walles are torne, the towers whurld to //le ground,There is no mischiefe but may there be found.

XXIV. THE MIRROUR FOR MAGISTRATES. 29963 But Troy, alas ! (methought) aboue <strong>the</strong>m all,It made myne iyes in very teares consume :When I beheld <strong>the</strong> w<strong>of</strong>ull werd befall,That by <strong>the</strong> wrathfull wyl <strong>of</strong> Gods was come :And loves vnmooved sentence and foredoomeOn Priam kyng, and on his <strong>to</strong>wne so bent.Icould not lyn, but I must <strong>the</strong>re lament,64 And that <strong>the</strong> more, sith destinie was so sterneAs, force perfor[c]e, <strong>the</strong>re might no force auayle,But she must fall : and by her fall we learne,That cities, <strong>to</strong>wres, wealth, world, and al shall quayle.No manhoode, might, nor nothing mought preuayle,Al were <strong>the</strong>re prest ful many a prynce and piere.And many a knight that solde his death full deere65 Not wurthy Hec<strong>to</strong>r, wurthyest <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m all.Her hope, her ioye : his force is nowe for nought.O Troy, Troy, <strong>the</strong>re is no boote but bale.The hugie horse within thy walles is broughtThy turrets fall ; thy knightes, that whilom foughtIn armes amyd <strong>the</strong> fyeld, are slayne in bed,Thy Gods defylde, and all thy honour dead.66 The flames vpspring, and cruelly <strong>the</strong>y crepeFrom wall <strong>to</strong> ro<strong>of</strong>e, till all <strong>to</strong> cindres waste.Some fyer <strong>the</strong> houses where <strong>the</strong> wretches slepe,Sum rushe in here, sum run in <strong>the</strong>re as fast.In euery-where or sworde or fyer <strong>the</strong>y taste.The walles are <strong>to</strong>rne, <strong>the</strong> <strong>to</strong>wers whurld <strong>to</strong> //le ground,There is no mischiefe but may <strong>the</strong>re be found.

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