Lucrece (Quarto, 1594)
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THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
¶The little birds that tune their mornings ioy,
¶Make her mones mad, with their sweet melodie,
¶"For mirth doth search the bottome of annoy,
¶"Tis double death to drowne in ken of shore,
1115"He ten times pines, that pines beholding food,
¶"Great griefe greeues most at that wold do it good;
¶"Deepe woes roll forward like a gentle flood,
1120_Griefe dallied with, nor law, nor limit knowes.
¶You mocking Birds (quoth she) your tunes intombe
¶And in my hearing be you mute and dumbe,
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