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- # THE RAPE OF LYCRECE.
Guilty thou art of murther, and of theft,
Guilty of periurie, and subornation,
Guilty of treason, forgerie, and shift,
Guilty of incest that abhomination,
An accessarie by thine inclination.
To all sinnes past and all that are to come,
From the creation to the generall doome.
Mishapen time, copesmate of vgly night,
Swift subtle post, carrier of griessie care,
Eater of youth, false slaue to false delight:
Base watch of woes, sins packhorse, vertues snare.
Thou noursset all, and murthrest all that are.
O heare me then, iniurious shifting time,
Be guiltie of my death since of my crime.
V Vhy hath thy seruant opportunity
Betraide the howres thou gaust me to repose?
Canceld my fortunes, and inchained me
To endlesse date of neuer-ending woes?
Times office is to fine the hate of foes,
To cate vp errours by opinion bred,
Not spend the dowrie of a lawfull bed.
G 3
II. 918—938
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