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- # THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
The bafer is he comming from a King,
To shame his hope with deedes degenerate,
The mightier man the mightier is the thing
That makes him honored, or begets him hate:
For greatest scandal waits on greatest state.
The Moone being clouded, presently is mist,
But little stars may hide them when they list.
The Crow may bath his coaleblacke wings in mire,
And vnperceau'd flie with the filth away,
But if the like the snow-white Swan desire,
The staine vppon his siluer Downe will stay.
Poore grooms are sightles night, kings glorious day,
Guats are vnnoted wherefore they flie,
But Eagles gaz'd vppon with eucrie eye.
Out idle wordes, seruants to shallow fooles,
Vnprofitable sounds, weake arbitrators,
Busie your selues in skill contending schooles,
Debate where ley sure serues with dull debators:
To trembling Clients be you mediators,
For me, I force not argument a straw,
Since that my case is past the helpe of law.
H
II. 1002—1022
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