Dismounted hills, and made the vales vprere,
His hoste and all yet sawe I slayne, perdye:
Thebes I sawe,[1551] all razde how it did lye
In heapes of stones, and Tyrus put to spoyle,
With walls and towers flat euened with the soyle.
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But Troy, alas, mee thought, aboue them all,
It made myne eyes in very teares consume:
When I behelde the woefull werd befall,
That by the wrathfull will of gods[1552] was come: