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- # THE RAPE OF LVCRECE
Reuealing day through euery crannie spies,
And seems to point her out where she sits weeping,
To whom shee sobbing speaks, o eye of eyes, (ping,
VVhy pry'st thou through my window? leaue thy pee-
Mock with thy tickling beams, eies that are sleeping;
Brand not my forehead with thy percing light,
For day hath nought to do what's done by night.
Thus caulfs shee with euerie thing shee sees,
True griefe is fond and teftie as a childe,
VVho wayward once, his mood with naught agrees,
Old woes, not infant forrowes beare them milde,
Continuance tames the one, the other wilde,
Like an vnpractiz'd swimmer plunging still,
VVith roo much labour drowns for want of skill.
So shee deepe drenched in a Sea of care,
Holds disputation with ech thing shee vewes,
And to her felfe all sorrow doth compare,
No obiect but her passions strength renewes :
And as one shiftes another straight infewes,
Sometime her griefe is dumbe and hath no words,
Sometime tis mad and too much talke affords.
H 3
II. 1086—1106
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