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- # THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
WVithin his thought her heavenly image fits,
And in the felfe fame feat fits COLATINE,
That eye which lookes on her confounds his wits,
That eye which him beholdes, as more deuine,
Vnto a view so false will not incline;
But with a pure appeale feekes to the heart,
WVhich once corrupted takes the worfer part.
And therein heartens vp his feruile powers,
WVho flattred by their leaders iocound fhow,
Stolfe vp his lust: as minutes fill vp howres.
And as their Captaine: fo their pride doth grow,
faring more flaunsh tribute then they owe.
By reprobate desire thus madly led,
The Romane Lord marcheth to LVCRECE bed.
The lockes betweene her chamber and his will,
Ech one by him inforft retires his ward:
But as they open they all rate his ill,
WVhich driues the creeping theefe to fome regard,
The threshold grates the doore to haue him heard,
Night wandring weezels shreek to fee him there,
They fright him, yet he still pursues his feare.
ll. 288—308
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