'Look, look, how listening Priam wets his eyes, (1549)
To see those borrow'd tears that Sinon sheds! (1550)
Priam, why art thou old and yet not wise? (1551)
For every tear he falls a Trojan bleeds: (1552)
His eye drops fire, no water thence proceeds;
Those round clear pearls of his, that move thy pity, (1554)
Are balls of quenchless fire to burn thy city.