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- # THE RAPE OF LYCRECE
For then is Tarquine brought unto his bed,
Intending weariness with heauie sprites:
For after supper long he questioned,
With modest Lucrece, and wore out the night,
Now leaden slumber with lines strength doth fight,
And euerie one to rest himselfe betakes,
Saue theeues, and cares, and troubled minds that
(wakes.)
As one of which doth Tarquin lie revoluing
The sundrie dangers of his wils obtaining:
Yet euer to obtaine his will resoluing. (ning
Though weake built hopes perswade him to abstai-
Dispaire to gaine doth trasfique oft for gaining,
And when great treasure is the meede proposed,
Though death be adiut, ther's no death supposed.
Those that much couet are with gaine so fond,
That what they haue not, that which they possesse
They scat:er and vnloose it from their bond,
And so by hoping more they haue but lesse,
Or gaining more, the profite of excesse
Is but to surfet, and such griefes sustaine,
That they proue backrout in this poore rich gain.
II. 120—140
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