Lucrece (Modern)
Not Peer Reviewed
1From the besièged Ardea all in post,
¶Borne by the trustless wings of false desire,
¶Lust-breathèd Tarquin leaves the Roman host
¶And to Collatium bears the lightless fire,
5Which, in pale embers hid, lurks to aspire
¶And girdle with embracing flames the waist
¶Of Collatine's fair love, Lucrece, the chaste.
¶Haply that name of "chaste" unhapp'ly set
¶This bateless edge on his keen appetite,
10When Collatine unwisely did not let
¶To praise the clear unmatchèd red and white,
¶Which triumphed in that sky of his delight,
¶Where mortal stars, as bright as heaven's beauties,
¶With pure aspects did him peculiar duties.
15For he the night before, in Tarquin's tent,
¶Unlocked the treasure of his happy state:
¶What priceless wealth the heavens had him lent
¶In the possession of his beauteous mate,
¶Reck'ning his fortune at such high proud rate
20That kings might be espousèd to more fame,
¶But king nor peer to such a peerless dame.
