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- THE RAPE O F L V C R E C E.
Thus he rcph'cs, the colour in thy face,
Th:iccuen for anger makes the Lilly pale,
And the red rofe bluQi at her owne dilt^racc.
Shall plead for me and tell my louing talc.
Vndcrthat colouram Icomc to (calc
_ Thy neuer conquered Fort, the fault is thine,
' For thofe thine eyes betray thee vnto mine.
Thus I forcfl-all thee, if thou meanc to chide.
Thy beauty hath enfnar'd thee to this night.
Where thou with patience muft my will abide,
My will that markcs thcc for my earths delight,
.. V Vhich I to conquer fought with all my might.
V ,' Butasreproofeandreaibnbeatitdead,
\ By thy bright beautie was it newlic bred.
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:
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