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- # THE RAPE OF LVCRECE
The aged man that coffers vp his gold,
Is plagu'd with cramps, and gouts, and painefull fits,
And scarce hath eyes his treasure to behold,
But like still pining T A N T A L V S he fits,
And vfeleffe barnes the harueft of his wits:
Hauing no other pleasure of his gaine,
But torment that it cannot cure his paine.
So then he hath it when he cannot vfe it,
And leaues it to be maiftred by his yong:
VVho in their pride do presently abuse it,
T heir father was too weake, and they too ftrong
To hold their curfed-bleffed Fortune long.
“The sweets we wish for, turne to lothed fowrs,
“Euen in the moment that we call them ours.
Vnruily blafts wait on the tender fpring,
Vnholfome weeds take roote with precious flowrs,
The Adder hiffes where the fweete birds fing,
VVhat Vertue breedes Iniquity deuours:
VVe haue no good that we can fay is ours,
But ill annexed opportunity
Orkils his life, or elfe his quality.
II. 855—875
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