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- # THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
VVithout the bed her other faire hand was,
On the greene couerlet whose perfect white
Showed like an Aprill dazie on the graffe,
VVith pearlie fwer resembling dew of night.
Her eyes like Marigolds had sheath’d their light,
And canopied in dark enoffe sweetly lay,
Till they might open to adorne the day.
Her haire like goldê threeds playd with her breath,
O modest wantons, wanton modestie!
Showing lifes triumph in the map of death,
And deaths dim looke in lifes mortalitie.
Ech in her flepe thomfelues fo beautifie,
As if betweene them twaine there were no frife,
But that life hu’d in death, and death in life!
Her breasts like Ivory globes circled with blew,
A paint of maiden worlds veconquered,
Saye of their Lord, no bearing yoke they knew,
And him by oath they truely honored.
These worlds in TARQVIN new ambition bred,
VVho like a fowle vfurper went about,
From this faire throne to heaue the owner out.
VVhat
11. 393—413
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