Sonnet on the Fall of Troy: With raging madnesse and with fury fell

With raging madnesse and with fury fell,
Great Diomed, and Aiax left their Tents,
And in the throat of death, to blowes they fell,
To make more worke for plaisters, and for tents.
With blood imbruing all the Phrigian Clime,
Whilest men like Autumne leaues drop dying downe:
Where some through blood, and wounds to honor clime
And some their mangled lims bestrowes the downe:
Whilest Paris, with his Hellen in his Armes
Imbraces her about the wastfull waste:
Saw many a Gallant Knight in burnisht Armes,
Who from their Tents made haste to make more waste:
Who to their Tents did nere returne againe,
Thus warres makes gaine a losse, and losse a gaine.