Lucrece (Quarto, 1594)
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THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
¶Thus he replies, the colour in thy face,
¶That euen for anger makes the Lilly pale,
480Shall plead for me and tell my louing tale.
¶Vnder that colour am I come to scale
¶_Thy neuer conquered Fort, the fault is thine,
¶Thus I forestall thee, if thou meane to chide,
485Thy beauty hath ensnar'd thee to this night,
¶My will that markes thee for my earths delight,
490_By thy bright beautie was it newlie bred.
¶I know what thornes the growing rose defends,
¶I thinke the honie garded with a sting,
¶All this before-hand counsell comprehends.
495But VVill is deafe, and hears no heedfull friends,
¶_Onely he hath an eye to gaze on Beautie,
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