And Troynouant was built of old Troyes ashes cold.
Then sighing soft awhile, at last she thus: xxxix
O lamentable fall of famous towne,
Which raignd so many yeares victorious,
And of all Asie[1084] bore the soueraigne crowne,
In one sad night consumd, and throwen downe:
What stony hart, that heares thy haplesse fate,
Is not empierst with deepe compassiowne,
And makes ensample of mans wretched state,
That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at euening late?