¶Perchance his bo
st of Lucrece Sou'raigntie,
¶Sugge
sted this proud i
ssue of a King:
¶For by our eares our hearts oft taynted be:
¶Perchance that enuie of
so rich a thing
40Brauing compare, di
sdainefully did
sting
¶_His high picht thoughts that meaner men
should
(vant,
¶_That golden hap which their
superiors want.
¶But
some vntimelie thought did in
stigate,
¶His all too timele
sse
speede if none of tho
se,
45His honor, his affaires, his friends, his
state,
¶Neglected all, with
swift intent he goes,
¶To quench the coale which in his liuer glowes.
¶_O ra
sh fal
se heate, wrapt in repentant cold,
¶_Thy ha
stie
spring
still bla
sts and nere growes old.
50VVhen at Colatia this fal
se Lord arriued,
¶VVell was he welcom'd by the Romaine dame,
¶VVithin who
se face Beautie and Vertue
striued,
¶VVhich of them both
should vnderprop her fame.
¶VVhē Vertue brag'd, Beautie wold blu
sh for
shame,
55_VVhen Beautie bo
sted blu
shes, in de
spight
¶_Vertue would
staine that ore with
siluer white.