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- # THE RAPE OF LYCRECE.
Perchance his boast of Lucrece Sou'raigntie,
Suggested this proud issue of a King:
For by our eares our hearts oft tayhted be:
Perchance that enuie of so rich a thing
Brauing compare, disdainefully did sting (vant,
His high picht thoughts that meaner men should
That golden hap which their superiors want.
But some vntimelie thought did instigate,
His all too timeleffe speede if none of those,
His honor, his affaires, his friends, his state,
Neglected all, with swift intent he goes,
To quench the coale which in his liuer glowes.
Orash false heate, wrapt in repentant cold,
Thy hastie spring still blasts and nere growes old.
VWhen at Colatium this false Lord ariued,
VVell was he welcom'd by the Romaine dame,
VVithin whose face Beautie and Vertue striued,
VWhich of them both should vnder prop her fame.
VVhé Vertue brag'd, Beautie wold blush for shame,
VWhen Beautie bosted blushes, in despight
Vertue would staine that ore with siluer white.
B 2
II. 36—56
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