“When raging love with extreme painMost cruelly distrains my heart;When that my tears, as floods of rain,Bear witness of my woful smart;When sighs have wasted so my breathThat I lie at the point of death:I call to mind the navy greatThat the Greeks brought to Troyè town:And how the boisterous winds did beatTheir ships, and rent their sails adown;Till Agamemnon's daughter's bloodAppeased the gods that them withstood.”