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- # THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
No man inueigh against the withered flowre,
But chide rough winter that the flowre hath kild,
Not that deuour'd, but that which doth deuour
Is worthie blame, ò let it not be hild
Poore womens faults, that they are so fulfill
V Vith mens abuses, those proud Lords to blame,
Make weak-made womē tenants to their shame.
The president whereof in LVCRECE view,
Affail'd by night with circumstances strong
Of present death, and shame that might issue.
By that her death to do her husband wrong,
Such danger to resistance did belong:
That dying feare through all her bodie spred,
And who cannot abuse a bodie dead?
By this milde patience bid faire LVCRECE speake,
To the poore counterfaite of her complying,
My girle, quoth shee, on what occasion break
Those tears fro thee, that downe thy cheeks are raig-
If thou dost weepe for griese of my sustaining: (ning?
Know gentle wench it small auailes my mood,
, If tears could help, mine own would do me good.
I 3
II. 1254—1274
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