Lucrece (Quarto, 1594)
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THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
¶Reuealing day through euery crannie spies,
1090Mock with thy tickling beams, eies that are sleeping;
¶_Brand not my forehead with thy percing light,
¶_For day hath nought to do what's done by night.
¶True griefe is fond and testie as a childe,
1095VVho wayward once, his mood with naught agrees,
¶Old woes, not infant sorrowes beare them milde,
¶Continuance tames the one, the other wilde,
1100So shee deepe drenched in a Sea of care,
1105_Somtime her griefe is dumbe and hath no words,
¶_Sometime tis mad and too much talke affords.
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