"Clearly the rest I behold of the dark-ey’d sons of Achaia; Known to me well are the faces of all; their names I remem…"

"And, as in well-growne woods, on trees, cold spinie Grashoppers Sit chirping, and send voices out, that scarce can pi…"

"Like as the rising morning shows a grateful lightening, When sacred night is past and winter now lets loose the sprin…"

"Was this the face that launch’d a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium— Sweet Helen, make me immorta…"

"Dust hath closde Helens eye."

"Who then can blame the amorous boy, Who, the fair Helen to enjoy, To quench his own, set fire on Troy?"

"Past ruin’d Ilion Helen lives, Alcestis rises from the shades; Verse calls them forth; ’tis verse that gives Immortal…"

"Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicèan barks of yore That gently, o’er a perfumed sea, The weary way-worn wande…"

"' led the Way, To light him to his Prey, And, like another Hellen, fir’d another Troy."

"Why should I blame her that she filled my days With misery, or that she would of late Have taught to ignorant men mos…"