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The Rape of Lucrece.
And wipe the dim mist from thy doting eyne,
That thou shalt see thy state, and pity mine.
That thou shalt see thy state, and pity mine.
7.Tarquin all impatient interrupts her, and denied of consent, breaketh the enclosure of her chastity by force. Have done, quoth he: my uncontrolled tide
Turns not, but swells the higher by this let.
Small lights are soon blown out, huge fires abide,
And with the winde in greater fury fret:
The pretty streams that pay a dayly debt
To their salt sovereign with their fresh falls hast,
Add to this flow, but alter not his taste.
Turns not, but swells the higher by this let.
Small lights are soon blown out, huge fires abide,
And with the winde in greater fury fret:
The pretty streams that pay a dayly debt
To their salt sovereign with their fresh falls hast,
Add to this flow, but alter not his taste.
Thou art, (quoth she) a sea, a sovereign King,
And loe, there falls into thy boundless flood
Black Lust, Dishonour, Shame, Misgoverning,
Who seek to staine the Ocean of thy blood.
If all these petty ills shall change thy good,
Thy sea within a puddle wombe is bersed,
And not the puddle in thy sea dispersed.
And loe, there falls into thy boundless flood
Black Lust, Dishonour, Shame, Misgoverning,
Who seek to staine the Ocean of thy blood.
If all these petty ills shall change thy good,
Thy sea within a puddle wombe is bersed,
And not the puddle in thy sea dispersed.
So shall these slaves be King, and thou their slave:
Thou nobly base, they basely dignified:
Thou their faire life, and they thy fouler grave:
Thou loathed in their shame, they in thy pride,
The lesser thing should not the greater hide.
The Cedar stoopes not to the base shrubs foot,
But low shrubs wither at the Cedars root.
Thou nobly base, they basely dignified:
Thou their faire life, and they thy fouler grave:
Thou loathed in their shame, they in thy pride,
The lesser thing should not the greater hide.
The Cedar stoopes not to the base shrubs foot,
But low shrubs wither at the Cedars root.
So let thy thoughts low vassals to thy state.
No more, quoth he, by heaven I will not hear thee:
Yield to my love, if not, enforced hate
No more, quoth he, by heaven I will not hear thee:
Yield to my love, if not, enforced hate
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