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- # THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
A prettie while these prettie creatures stand,
Like luorie conduits corall cesterns filling:
One iustlie weepes, the other takes in hand
No cause, but companie of her drops spilling.
Their gentle sex to weepe are often willing,
Greeuing themselves to gesse at others smarts,
And the they drown their eies, or break their harts.
For men haue marble, women waxen mindes,
And therefore are they form'd as marble will,
The weake oppreest, th'mpression of strange kindes
Is form'd in them by force, by fraud, or skill.
Then call them not the Authors of their ill,
No more then waxe shall be accounted euill,
VVherein is stampt the semblance of a Deuill.
Their smoothnesse; like a goodly champaine plaine,
Laies open all the little wormes that creepe,
In men as in a rough-growne groue remaine.
Caue-keeping euils that obscurely sleepe.
Through christall wals ech little more will peepe,
> Though me ca couer crimes with bold stern looks,
> Poore womens faces are their owne faults books.
No
ll. 1233—1253
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