Sonnet on the Fall of Troy: Lo thus the burden of Adultrous guilt

Lo thus the burden of Adultrous guilt,
I showring vengeance, Troy and Troians saw:
No Age, no sexe, no beauty, Gold or guilt
Withstood, foretold Cassandraes saced saw.
Shee often said, false Hellens beauties blast
Should be the cause the mighty Graecian pow're,
Their names, and fames, with infamy should blast,
And how the Gods on them would vengeance pow're.
But poore Cassandra, prophesied in vaine,
She clam'rous cries, (as t'were) to sencelesse Rockes.
The youths of Troy, in merry scornfull veine.
Securely slept, whilst lust the cradle rockes.
Till bloudy burning Indignation came,
And all their mirth with mourning ouercame.