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- # THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
For he the night before in Tarquins Tent,
Vulockt the treasure of his happie state:
V Vhat prîșelește wealth the heauens had him lent,
In the possession of his beauteous mate.
R eckning his fortune at such high proud rate,
That Kings might be espoused to more fame,
But King nor Peere to such a peerelește dame.
O happinește enioyd but of a few,
And it possess as soone decayed and done:
As is the morning silver melting dew,
Against the golden splendour of the Sunne.
An expir’d date cancels ere well begunne.
• Honour and Beautie in the owners armes,
• Are weakelle fortrest from a world of harmes.
Beautie it felse doth of it felse persuade,
The eies of men without an Orator,
V Vhat need:th then Appologie be made
To set forth that which is so singular?
Or why is Colatine the publisher
• Of that rich jewell he should keepe vniknown,
• From the euish eares because it is his owne?
Perchance
II. 15—35
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