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- # THE RAPE OF LYCRECE.
But she that neuer cop't with straunger eies,
Could picke no meaning from their parling looks,
Nor read the subtle shining secrecies,
VVrit in the glassie margents of such books,
Shee toucht no vuknown baits, nor seard no hooks,
Nor could shee moralize his wanton sight,
More then his eies were opend to the light.
He stories to her eares her husbands fame,
VVonne in the fields of fruitfull Italie:
And decks with praises Colatines high name,
Made glorious by his manlie chiualrie,
VVith bruised armes and wreathes of victorie,
Her ioie with heaued-vp hand she doth expresse,
And wordlesse so greetes heauen for his successe.
Far from the purpose of his comming thither,
He makes excuses for his being there,
No clowdie show of stormie blustring wether,
Doth yer in his faire welkin once appeare,
Till sable Night mother of dread and seare,
Vppon the world dim darknesse doth dispale,
And in her vaultie prison, stowes the dale.
For
II. 99—119
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