His Memories + 

We should be hidden from their eyes, + 

Being but holy shows + 

And bodies broken like a thorn + 

Whereon the bleak north blows, + 

To think of buried Hector + 

And that none living knows. + 

The women take so little stock + 

In what I do or say + 

They’d sooner leave their cosseting + 

To hear a jackass bray; + 

My arms are like the twisted thorn + 

And yet there beauty lay; + 

The first of all the tribe lay there + 

And did such pleasure take⁠— + 

She who had brought great Hector down + 

And put all Troy to wreck⁠— + 

That she cried into this ear + 

Strike me if I shriek. + 