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- # THE RAPE OF LYCRECE.
There might you see the labouring Pyoner
Beglim'd with sweat, and smeared all with dust,
And from the towres of Troy, there would appeare
The verie eyes of men through loop-holes thrust,
Gazing vppon the Greekes with little lust,
Such sweet obseruance in this worke was had,
That one might see those farre of eyes looke sad.
In great commaunders, Grace, and Maiestie;
You might behold triumphing in their faces;
In you:h quick-bearing and dexteritie,
And here and there the Painter interlaces
Pale cowards marching on with trembling paces.
V Which hartlesse peataunts did so wel resemble,
That one would swear he saw them quake & treble.
In Aiax and VlysseS, ó what Art
Of Phifogonony might one behold!
The face of eyther cypher'd eythers heart,
Their face, their manners most expreflie told,
In Aiax eyes blunt rage and rigour rold,
But the mild glance that flie VlysseS lent,
Shewed deeper regard and smiling gouernment.
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II. 1380—1400
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