Lucrece (Quarto, 1594)
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THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
¶If COLATINE, thine honor laie in me,
¶My Honnie lost, and I a Drone-like Bee,
¶Haue no perfection of my sommer left,
¶But rob'd and ransak't by iniurious theft.
¶Yet am I guiltie of thy Honors wracke,
¶Yet for thy Honor did I entertaine him,
¶Comming from thee I could not put him backe:
¶_And talk't of Vertue (O vnlook't for euill,)
¶Or hatefull Kuckcowes hatch in Sparrows nests?
850Or Todes infect faire founts with venome mud?
¶Or tyrant follie lurke in gentle brests?
¶Or Kings be breakers of their owne behestes?
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