Sonnet on the Fall of Troy: Ten weary yeeres these bloody broyles did

Ten weary yeeres these bloody broyles did last,
Vntill the Greeks had form'd a woodden steed:
Which they on Priam would bestow at last,
(When force preuailes not, falshood stands in steed.)
False Simon (who so well could forge a lie,
Whose traitrous eies shead many a treach'rous teare)
Knew well that in the horses wombe did lie
The wolues that Troy did all in peeces teare.
Polyxena, Achilles deere bought deere
Was hew'de in gobbets on her louers graue:
King, Queene, and Troy, for Hellen paid too deere,
All felt the Graecian Rage, both yong and graue.
To Kings, and Commons, death's alike, all one,
Except AEneas who escap'd alone.