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- # THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
As each unwilling portall yeelds him way,
Through little vents and cranies of the place,
The wind warres with his torch, to make him staie,
And blowes the smoake of it into his face,
Extinguishing his conduct in this case.
But his hot heart, which fond desire doth scorch,
Puffes forth another wind that fires the torch.
And being lighted, by the light he spies
**LVCRECIAS** gloue, wherein her needle sticks,
He takes it from the rushes where it lies,
And griping it, the needle his finger pricks.
As who should say, this gloue to wanton trickles
Is not inurd; returne againe in ha;
Thou feest our mistreffé ornements are chast.
But all these poore forbiddings could not stay him,
He in the worst fence confters their denial:
The dores, the wind, the gloue that did delay him,
He takes for accidentall things of triall.
Or as those bars which stop the hourly diall,
VVho with a lingring staie his course doth let,
Till euerie minute payes the howre his debt.
So
II. 309—329
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