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- THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
P ut long iLcc ihinkes till he rcturnc againc,
And yet the dutious vaflali fcarcc is gone.
The wcarje time fliec cannot cntcrtaine,
Fornowtisftalctofigh, towcepc, andgronc,
So woe hath wearied woe, mone tired mone,
That lliee her plaints a little while doth (lay,
Pawling for means to mourne fbme newer way.
At laft fhec cals to mind where hangs a pecce
Of skilful! painting, m^de for P r i a m s Troy,
Before the which is drawn the power of Greece,
For Helens rapCjthcCittie to deftroy,
Threatning cloud-kiffing I l l i o n with annoy,
Which the conceipted Painter drew fo prowd,
, AsHeauen(itfccmd)tokifre the turrets bo w'd.
A thoufand lamentable obieds there, -
In fcocne of Nature, Art gaue liuelefTe life,
MaHy a dry drop feem'd a weeping teare.
Shed for the flaughtred husband by the wife.
The red bloud rcek'd to ihew the Painters ftrifc,
And dying eyes gieenVd forth their afhic lights,
. Like dying coalcs burnt out in tedious nights.
There
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