Have taught toignorant men most violent ways,
No Second Troy
Was there another Troy for her to burn?
Being high and solitary and most stern?
That nobleness made simple as a fire,
Had they but courage equal to desire?
With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind
Or hurled the little streets upon the great.
What could have made her peaceful with a mind
With misery, or that she would of late
That is not natural in an age like this,
WHY should I blame herthat she filled my days
Why, what could she have done, being what she is?
