"And, as in well-growne woods, on trees, cold spinie Grashoppers Sit chirping, and send voices out, that scarce can pierce our eares, For softnesse, and their weake faint sounds: So (talking on the towre) These Seniors of the people sate: who when they saw the powre Of beautie, in the Queene ascend; even those cold-spirited Peeres, Those wise, and almost witherd men, found this heate in their yeares; That they were forc’t (though whispering) to say; what man can blame The Greekes, and Troians to endure, for so admir’d a Dame, So many miseries, and so long? In her sweet countenance shine Lookes like the Goddesses: and yet (though never so divine) Before we boast, unjustly still, of her enforced prise, And justly suffer for her sake, with all our progenies, Labor, and ruine; let her go: the profit of our land Must passe the beautie. Thus, though these could beare so fit a hand On their affections; yet when all their gravest powers were usde; They could not chuse but welcome her; and rather they accusde The Gods, then beautie; for thus spake the most fam’d king of Troy; Come, loved daughter, sit by me, and take the worthy joy Of thy first husbands sight; old friends, and Princes neare allyed: And name me some of these brave Greekes, so manly beautified. Come: do not thinke, I lay the warres, endur’d by us, on thee; The Gods have sent them, and the teares, in which they swumme to me."