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- # THE RAPE OF LYCRECE
What could he see but mightily he noted?
What did he note, but strongly he desired?
What he beheld, on that he firmly doted,
And in his will his willfull eye he tyred.
With more then admiration he admired
Her azure vaines, her alablafter skinne,
Her corall lips, her snow-white dimpled chin.
As the grim Lion fawneth ore his pray,
Sharpe hunger by the conquest satisfied:
So ore this sleeping foule doth TARQUIN stay,
His rage of lust by gazing qualified;
Slakt, not supprest, for standing by her side,
His eye which late this mutiny restraines,
Unto a greater vprore tempts his vaines.
And they like stragling slaves for pillage fighting,
Obdurate vassals fell exploits effecting,
In bloody death and raushment delighting;
Nor childrens tears nor mothers grones respecting,
Swell in their pride, the onset still expecting:
Anon his beating heart allarum striking,
Giues the hot charge, & bids the do their liking.
D 3
II. 414—434
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