The Rape of Lucrece.
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Honor for wealth; and oft that wealth doth cost
The death of all, and all together lost.
The death of all, and all together lost.
So that in ventring all, we leave to be
The things we are, for that which we expect;
And this ambitious foul infirmity,
In having much, torments us with defect
Of that we have: so then we do neglect
The thing we have; and, all for want of wit,
Make something nothing, by augmenting it.
The things we are, for that which we expect;
And this ambitious foul infirmity,
In having much, torments us with defect
Of that we have: so then we do neglect
The thing we have; and, all for want of wit,
Make something nothing, by augmenting it.
Such hazard now must doting Tarquin make,
Pawning his honor to obtain his lust;
And for himself, himself he must forsake;
Then where is truth, if there be no self-trust?
When shall he think to find a stranger just,
When he himself, himself confounds, betrays
To slanderous tongues and wretched hateful lays?
Pawning his honor to obtain his lust;
And for himself, himself he must forsake;
Then where is truth, if there be no self-trust?
When shall he think to find a stranger just,
When he himself, himself confounds, betrays
To slanderous tongues and wretched hateful lays?
Now stole upon the time the dead of night,
When heavy sleep had clos'd up mortal eyes,
No comfortable starre did lend his light,
No noise but Owles and Wolves death-boding cries:
Now serves the season that they may surprize
The silly Lambs, pure thoughts are dead and still,
While Lust and Murder wake to stain and kill.
3.Tarquin disputing the matter, at last resolves to satisfie his lust.
And now this lustful lord leap'd from his bed,
Throwing his mantle rudely ore his arm,
Is madly tost between desire and dread;
When heavy sleep had clos'd up mortal eyes,
No comfortable starre did lend his light,
No noise but Owles and Wolves death-boding cries:
Now serves the season that they may surprize
The silly Lambs, pure thoughts are dead and still,
While Lust and Murder wake to stain and kill.
3.Tarquin disputing the matter, at last resolves to satisfie his lust.
And now this lustful lord leap'd from his bed,
Throwing his mantle rudely ore his arm,
Is madly tost between desire and dread;
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