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- # THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
This plot of death when sadlie shee had layd,
And wip't the brinish pearle from her bright eies,
V Vith vntun'd tongue shee hoatlie cals her mayd,
V Vhose swift obedience to her mistreffle hies.
“For fleet-wing’d duetic with thoghts feathers flies,
Poore L v c r e c e cheeks vato her maid seem so,
As winter meads when sun doth melt their snow.
Her mistreffle shee doth giue demure good morrow,
V Vith soft flow-tongue, true marke of modestie,
And sorts a sad looke to her Ladies sorrow,
(For why her face wore sorrowes liuerie.)
But durst not aske of her audaciouflie,
V Vhy her two suns were clowd ecclipsed so,
Nor why her faire cheeks ouer-washt with woe.
But as the earth doth weepe the Sun being set,
Each flowre moistned like a melting eye:
Euen so the maid with swelling drops gan wet
Her circled eien inforst, by simpathie
Of thofe faire Suns set in her mistreffle skie,
V Vho in a salt wau’d Ocean quench their light,
V Vhich makes the maid weep like the dewy night.
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II. 1212—1232
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