Lucrece (Quarto, 1594)
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THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
¶To maske their browes and hide their infamie,
¶_Mingling my talk with tears, my greef with grones,
¶O night thou furnace of fowle reeking smoke!
800Let not the iealous daie behold that face,
¶VVhich vnderneath thy blacke all-hiding cloke
¶_That all the faults which in thy raigne are made,
¶Make me not obiect to the tell-tale day,
¶The light will shew characterd in my brow,
¶The impious breach of holy wedlocke vowe.
810Yea the illiterate that know not how
¶_To cipher what is writ in learned bookes,
