My natiue soile haue left, my dayes to spend
In sewing[1083] deeds of armes, my liues and labours end.
Whenas the noble Britomart heard tell xxxviii
Of Troian warres, and Priams Citie sackt,
The ruefull story of Sir Paridell,
She was empassiond at that piteous act,
With zelous enuy of Greekes cruell fact,
Against that nation, from whose race of old
She heard, that she was lineally extract:
For noble Britons sprong from Troians bold,