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- # THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
The deepe vexation of his inward foule,
Hath feru'd a dumbe arrest vpon his tongue,
VVho mad that sorrow should his vfe controll,
Or keepe him from heart-easing words so long,
Begins to talke, but through his lips do throng
-VVeake words, so thick come in his poor harts aid,
That no man could distinguish what he said.
Yet sometime TARQVIN was pronounced plaine,
But through his teeth, as if the name he tore,
This windie tempest, till it blow vp raine,
Held backe his sorrowes tide, to make it more.
At last it raines, and busie windes giue ore,
Then sonne and father weep with equall strife,
VVho shuld weep most for daughter or for wife.
The one doth call her his, the other his,
Yet neither may possesse the claime they lay.
The father saies, shee's mine, ô mine shee is
Replies her husband, do not take away
My sorrowes interest, let no mourner say
He weepes for her, for shee was onely mine,
And onelie must be wayl'd by COLATINS.
O,
II. 1779—1799
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