Helen and the Elders
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.
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.
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