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- # THE RAPE OF L'VCRECE.
And then with lanke, and leane discolour'd cheeke,
WVith heauie eye, knit-brow, and strengthlesse pace,
Feeble desire all recreant, poore and meeke,
Like to a banckrout begger wailes his cace:
The flesh being proud, Desire doth fight with grace;
For there it reuels, and when that decaies,
The guiltie rebell for remission praies.
So fares it with this fault-full Lord of Rome,
WVho this accomplishment so hotly chased,
For now against himselfe he sounds this doome,
That through the length of times he stads disgrace:
Besides his soules faire temple is defaced,
To whose weake ruines muster troopes of cares,
To aske the spotted Princesse how she fares.
Shee sayes her subiects with fowle insurrection,
Haue batterd downe her consecrated wall,
And by their mortall fault brought in subjection
Her immortalitie, and made her thrall,
To liuing death and payne perpetuall.
WVhich in her prescience shee controlled still,
But her foresight could not forestall their will.
F 2
II. 708—728
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