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- # THE RAPE OF LYCRECE.
Times glorie is to calme contending Kings,
To vnmaske fallhood, and bring truth to light,
To stampe the seale of time in aged things,
To wake the morne, and Centinell the night,
To wrong the wronger till he render right,
To ruinate proud buildings with thy howres,
And smeare with dust their glitring golden towns.
To fill with worme-holes stately monuments,
To see de obliuion with decay of things,
To blot old bookes, and alter their contents,
To plucke the quils from auncient rauens wings,
To drie the old oakes sappe, and cherish springs:
To spoile Antiquities of hammered steele,
And turne the giddy round of Fortunes wheele.
To shew the beldame daughters of her daughter,
To make the child a man, the man a childe,
To slay the tygre that doth liue by slaughter,
To tame the Vnicorne, and Lion wild,
To mocke the subtle in themselves beguild,
To cheare the Plowman with increasefull crops,
And wast huge stones with little water drops.
VVhy
II. 939—959
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