¶No man inueigh again
st the withered flowre,
1255But chide rough winter that the flowre hath kild,
¶Not that deuour'd, but that which doth deuour
¶Is worthie blame, ô let it not be hild
¶Poore womens faults, that they are
so fulfild
¶_VVith mens abu
ses, tho
se proud Lords to blame,
1260_Make weak-made womē tenants to their
shame.
¶The pre
sident whereof in
LVCRECE view,
¶A
ssail'd by night with circum
stances
strong
¶Of pre
sent death, and
shame that might in
sue.
¶By that her death to do her husband wrong,
1265Such danger to re
si
stance did belong:
¶_That dying feare through all her bodie
spred,
¶_And who cannot abu
se a bodie dead?
¶By this milde patience bid faire
LVCRECE speake,
¶To the poore counterfaite of her complayning,
1270My girle, quoth
shee, on what occa
sion breake
¶Tho
se tears frō thee, that downe thy cheeks are raig-
(ning?
¶If thou do
st weepe for griefe of my
su
staining:
¶_Know gentle wench it
small auailes my mood,
¶_If tears could help, mine own would do me good.