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- # THE RAPE OF LYCRECE.
Let him haue time to teare his curled haire,
Let him haue time against himselfe to raue,
Let him haue time of times helpe to dispaire,
Let him haue time to liue a lothed flaue,
Let him haue time a beggers orts to craue,
And time to see one that by almes doth liue,
Difdaine to him disdained scraps to giue.
Let him haue time to see his friends his foes,
And merrie fooles to mocke at him resort:
Let him haue time to marke how flow time goes
In time of sorrow, and how swift and short
His time of follie, and his time of sport.
And euer let his vorecalling crime
Haue time to waile th'abusing of his time.
O time thou tutor both to good and bad,
Teach me to curse him that thou taught fit this ill:
At his owne shadow let the theese runne mad,
Himselfe, himselfe seeke euerie howre to kill,
Such wretched hadd such wretched blood should spill.
For who so base would such an office haue,
As sclandrous deaths-man to so base a flaue.
The
ll. 981—1001
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