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The Rape of Lucrece.
Mingling my talk with tears, my grief with grones,
Poore wasting monuments of lasting mones.
Poore wasting monuments of lasting mones.
O night, thou furnace of foul-reeking smoke,
Let not the jealous day behold that face
Which underneath thy black all hiding cloake
Immodestly lies martyred with disgrace.
Keep still possession of thy gloomy place,
That all the faults which in thy raign are made,
May likewise be sepulchred in thy shade.
Let not the jealous day behold that face
Which underneath thy black all hiding cloake
Immodestly lies martyred with disgrace.
Keep still possession of thy gloomy place,
That all the faults which in thy raign are made,
May likewise be sepulchred in thy shade.
Make me not object to the tel-tale day,
The light shall shew charactred in my brow,
The story of sweet chastities decay,
The impious breach of holy wedlockes vow.
Yea, the illiterate that know not how
To cipher what is writ in learned books,
Will quote my lothsome trespass in my looks.
The light shall shew charactred in my brow,
The story of sweet chastities decay,
The impious breach of holy wedlockes vow.
Yea, the illiterate that know not how
To cipher what is writ in learned books,
Will quote my lothsome trespass in my looks.
The nurse to still her child will tell my story,
And fright her crying babe with Tarquins name:
The Orator to deck his oratory,
Will couple my reproch to Tarquins shame,
Feast finding minstrels tuning my defame
Will tie the hearers to attend each line,
How Tarquin wronged me, I Colatine.
And fright her crying babe with Tarquins name:
The Orator to deck his oratory,
Will couple my reproch to Tarquins shame,
Feast finding minstrels tuning my defame
Will tie the hearers to attend each line,
How Tarquin wronged me, I Colatine.
Let my good name, that senseless reputation,
For Colatines dear love be kept unspotted:
If that be made a theame for disputation,
For Colatines dear love be kept unspotted:
If that be made a theame for disputation,
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