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- # THE RAPE OF LYCRECE.
Besides the life and feeling of her passion,
Shee hoords to spend, when he is by to heare her,
VWhen sighs, & grones, & tears may grace the faith:
Of her disgrace, the better so to cleare her
From that suspicio which the world might bear her.
To shun this blot, shee would not blot the letter
VWith words, till action might becom the better.
To see sad sights, moues more then heare them told,
For then the eye interpretes to the ear
The heauie motion that it doth behold,
VWhen euerie part, a part of woe doth beare.
Tis but a part of sorrow that we heare,
Deep sounds make lesser noise the shallow swords,
And sorrow ebs, being blown with wind of words.
Her letter now is seal'd, and on it writ
At ARDEA to my Lord with more then hast,
The Post attends, and shee deliuers it,
Charging the sowr-fac'd groome, to high as fast
As lagging sowles before the Northerne blasts,
Speed more then speed, but dul & slow she deems,
Extremity still vrgeth such extremes.
The
II. 1317—1337
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