But yet perchaunce mourne thou shalt ful sore.
For his shameful ende: fortuned for lacke of lore.
Some folowe theyr chyldrens wyl and lewde plesour
So grauntinge them theyr mynde: that after it doth fal
To theyr great shame: they sorowe and dolour
As dyd to Priamus a Kynge Imperial
Whiche suffred his men: his son chefe of them al
By force from Grece to robbe the fayre Helayne.
Wherby both Fader and son were after slayne.
With noble Hector and many thousandes mo.