Sonnet on the Fall of Troy: When Hellen was for Priams sonne a mate

When Hellen was for Priams sonne a mate.
From Greece bereaft, by Paris and his Band:
Which caus'd the Greekes, the Trojan mindes amate,
Some curs'd the boy; and other some they band
The strumpet Queene, which brought the burning brand,
That Illion firde, and wrack'd old Priams Race:
And on their Names long liuing shame did brand,
(For headstrong lust runnes an vnbounded Race.)
This beauteous peece, whose features radient blase,
Made Menelaus horne-mad warre to wage:
And set all Troy in a combustious blase,
Whose ten yeeres triumphes scarse was worth their wage.
For all their Conquests, and their battring Rams,
Their leaders, most return'd, with heads like Rams.