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When the siege and the assault were ceasèd at Troy, When the burg had been broken, and burnt to ashes, The wight that the trains of treason there laid Was tried for his treachery, the truest on earth: It was Éneas the Athel and his high kindred Who kingdoms then conquered, and princes became Of all the wealth, well-nigh, in the West Isles. Sóon as the róyal Rómulus to Rome made his way, That burg with great pomp then builded he first And named it his own name, as now it is called: Ticius in Tuscany townships founded, Langobard in Lombardy lifted up homes, And far o’er the French flood Felix Brutus On many a bank full broad, Britain he set, well fain. War and woe and wonder On that fair land have lain, And oft both bliss and blunder, Time and time again.