The Rape of Lucrece.
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For burthen-wise I'le hum on Tarquin still,
While thou on Tereus descants better skill.
While thou on Tereus descants better skill.
And whiles against a thorne thou bearst thy part,
To keep thy sharp woes waking, wretched I
To imitate thee well, against my heart
Will fix a sharpe knife, to affright mine eye;
Who, if it winke, shall thereon fall and die.
These means as frets upon an instrument,
Shall tune our heart-strings to true languishment.
To keep thy sharp woes waking, wretched I
To imitate thee well, against my heart
Will fix a sharpe knife, to affright mine eye;
Who, if it winke, shall thereon fall and die.
These means as frets upon an instrument,
Shall tune our heart-strings to true languishment.
And for poor bird, thou singst not in the day,
As shaming any eye should thee behold,
Some dark deep desart seated from the way,
That knows not parching heat, nor freezing cold,
Will we find out; and there we will unfold
To creatures stern, sad tunes to change their kinds,
Since men prove beasts, let beasts bear gentle minds.
As shaming any eye should thee behold,
Some dark deep desart seated from the way,
That knows not parching heat, nor freezing cold,
Will we find out; and there we will unfold
To creatures stern, sad tunes to change their kinds,
Since men prove beasts, let beasts bear gentle minds.
As the poor frighted Deer that stands at gaze,
Wildly determining which way to fly,
Or one incompast with a winding maze,
That cannot tread the way out readily:
So with her self is she in mutiny,
To live or die which of the twain were better,
When life is sham'd, and Death reproaches debter.
Wildly determining which way to fly,
Or one incompast with a winding maze,
That cannot tread the way out readily:
So with her self is she in mutiny,
To live or die which of the twain were better,
When life is sham'd, and Death reproaches debter.
To kill my self, quoth she, alacke what were it,
But with my body my poore souls pollution?
They that lose halfe with greater patience bear it,
But with my body my poore souls pollution?
They that lose halfe with greater patience bear it,
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