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- # THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
> But shee hath lost a dearer thing then life,
> And he hath wonne what he would loose againe,
> This forced league doth force a further strife,
> This momentarie ioy breeds months of paine,
> This hot desire conuerts to colde disdaine;
> Pure chastitie is riffed of her store,
> And lust the theefs farre poorer then before.
Looke as the full-fed Hound, or gorged Hawke,
Vnapt for tender smell, or speedie flight,
Make flow pursuite, or altogether bauk,
The praie wherein by nature they delight:
So surfet-taking TARQVIN fares this night:
His taft delicious, in digestion fowring,
Deuoures his will that liud by fowle deuouring.
O deeper sinne then bottomlefse conceit
Can comprehend in still imagination!
Drunken Desire must vomite his receipt
Ere he can see his owne abhomination.
VWhile Lust is in his pride no exclamation
Can curbe his heat, or reine his rash desire,
Till like a Iade, self-will himselfe doth tire.
And
11. 687—707
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