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- THE
RAPE
OFLVCRECR
Reucalingckiy
through cuerycrannicfpies,
And
feems
to
point
her
out
where
Ihe
ins
weeping,To
whom
Ihec
fobbing
ipcakes,
6
eye
of
eyes,(pino',
Why
pry'ii
thou
throgh
my
window:'
leaue
thy
pee-
Mock
with
thy
lickhngbcams^cics
that
arc
flecping*
Brand
not
my
forehead
with
thy
percinglighr.
For
day
hath
nought
to
do
what's
done
by
ni^^rhr.
Thus
cauils
fliee
with eucrie
thing
flicc
fees,
True
griefe
is
fond and
tcftic
as
a
childc,
Who
wayward
once^his
mood
with
naught
aqrees,
Old
woes,
not
infant
forrowes
beare
them milde,
Continuance
tames
the
one, the
oiherwilde,Like
an
vnpradiz'dfwimmer
plunging
flill,
With
too
much
labour
dro v/ns
for
want
of
skill.
So
fliec
dcepe drenched
in
a Sea
of
care,
Holds
difputation
with ech thingflice
vewes,
And
to her
felfe
all
forrow doth
compare,
No
obicd
but
herpaffions
(Irength
rcnewcs
:
And
as
one
fliiftes
another ftraightinfewes,
Somtimc
hcrgriefc
is
dumbc
and hath
no
wordj,
Sometime
tis
mad
and
too
much
taike
affords.
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