Lucrece (Quarto, 1594)
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THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
540Here with a Cockeatrice dead killing eye,
¶Like a white Hinde vnder the grypes sharpe clawes,
¶_Nor ought obayes but his fowle appetite.
¶But when a black-fac'd clowd the world doth thret,
¶Hindring their present fall by this deuiding.
¶_And moodie PLVTO winks while Orpheus playes.
¶Yet fowle night-waking Cat he doth but dallie,
¶Her sad behauiour feedes his vulture follie,
¶A swallowing gulfe that euen in plentie wanteth.
¶His eare her prayers admits, but his heart granteth
¶_No penetrable entrance to her playning,
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