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HY should I blame her that she filled my
With misery, or that she would of
Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,
Or hurled the little streets upon the great

Troy Town is covered up with weeds,
The rabbits and the pismires
On broken gold, and shards, and
Where Priam's ancient palace stood