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- # THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
Put long shee thinkes till he returne againe,
And yet the dutious vaffall scarce is gone,
The wearie time shee cannot entertain,
For now tis stale to figh, to weepe, and grone,
So woe hath wearied woe, mone tired mone,
That shee her plaints a little while doth stay,
Pawfing for means to mourne fome newer way.
At laff shee cals to mind where hangs a peece
Of skilfull painting, made for PRIAMS Troy,
Before the which is drawn the power of Greece,
For HELENS rape, the Cittie to deftroy,
Threatning cloud-kiffing ILLION with annoy,
VWhich the conceipted Painter drew fo prowd,
As Heauen (it seemd) to kiffe the turrets bow'd.
A thoufand lamentable obiects there,
In fcorne of Nature, Art gaue liueleffe life,
Many a dry drop seem'd a weeping teare,
Shed for the flaughtred husband by the wife.
The red bloud reek'd to shew the Painters ftrife,
And dying eyes gleem'd forth their aghie lights,
Like dying coales burnt out in tedious nights.
There
II. 1359—1379
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