Sonnet on the Fall of Troy: Had Priams Queene in Cradle slaine her

Had Priams Queene in Cradle slaine her Sonne
The lust full Paris (haplesse boy) I meane:
Then Illions Towers might still haue brau'd the Sunne:
His death to saue their liues had beene the meane.
Vnlucky lucke, when, Iuno, Venus, Pallas
Did craue his censure vpon Ida Mount:
Whence sprung the cause that Troy and Priams Pallace
Were burnt, which earst the skies did seeme to mount.
Had he beene drownd, or strangled with a corde,
He had not rob'd Oenon of her heart:
Or had he di'de, ere Hellen did accord
With him, to hd her husband like a Harte.
But Troy it is thy fate, this knaue and Baggage,
Confounds thy state, and fires thy bagge, and baggage.