¶This plot of death when
sadlie
shee had layd,
¶And wip't the brini
sh pearle from her bright eies,
¶VVith vntun'd tongue
shee hoar
slie cals her mayd,
1215VVho
se
swift obedience to her mi
stre
sse hies.
¶"For fleet-wing'd duetie with thoghts feathers flies,
¶_Poore
LVCRECE cheeks vnto her maid
seem
so,
¶_As winter meads when
sun doth melt their
snow.
¶Her mi
stre
sse
shee doth giue demure good morrow,
1220VVith
soft
slow-tongue, true marke of mode
stie,
¶And
sorts a
sad looke to her Ladies
sorrow,
¶(For why her face wore
sorrowes liuerie.)
¶But dur
st not aske of her audaciou
slie,
¶_VVhy her two
suns were clowd ecclip
sed
so,
1225_Nor why her faire cheeks ouer-wa
sht with woe.
¶But as the earth doth weepe the Sun being
set,
¶Each flowre moi
stned like a melting eye:
¶Euen
so the maid with
swelling drops gan wet
¶Her circled eien infor
st, by
simpathie
1230Of tho
se faire Suns
set in her mi
stre
sse skie,
¶_VVho in a
salt wau'd Ocean quench their light,
¶_VVhich makes the maid weep like the dewy night.