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- # THE RAPE OF LYCRECE.
So so, quoth he, these lets attend the time,
Like little frosts that sometime threat the spring,
To ad a more reioying to the prime,
And glue the sneaped birds more cause to sing.
Pain payes the income of each precious thing, (sands
Huge rocks, high winds, strong pirats, shelves and
The merchant seares, ere rich at home he lands.
Now is he come unto the chamber dore,
That shuts him from the Heaven of his thought,
V which with a yeelding latch, and with no more,
Hath bard him from the blessed thing he sought.
So from himselfe impiety hath wrought,
That for his pray to pray he doth begin,
As if the Heauens should countenance his sin.
But in the midst of his unfruitfull prayer,
Haning solicited the eternall power,
That his foule thoughts might copasse his fair faire,
And they would stand auspicious to the howre.
Euen there he starts, quoth he, I must deflowre,
The powers to whom I pray abhor this fact,
How can they then assist me in the act?
D
II. 330—350
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