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- # THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
The ayme of all is but to nourfe the life,
V Vith honor, wealth, and ease in wainying age:
And in this ayme there is such thwarting strife,
That one for all, or all for one we gage:
As life for honour, in fell battalles rage,
Honor for wealth, and oft that wealth doth cost
The death of all, and altogether lost.
So that in ventring ill, we leave to be
The things we are, for that which we expect:
And this ambitious foule infirmitie,
In hauing much torments vs with defeat
Of that we haue: so then we doe neglect
The thing we haue, and all for want of wit,
Make something nothing, by augmenting it.
Such hazard now must doting T A R Q V I N make,
Pawning his honor to obtaine his lust,
And for himselfe, himselfe he must forfake.
Then where is truth if there be no selfe trust?
V Vhen shall he thinke to find a stranger iust,
V Vhen he himselfe, himselfe confounds, betraies,
To sclandrous tongues & wretched hateful daies?
Now
II. 141—161
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