Lucrece (Quarto, 1594)
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THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
1465Ile tune thy woes with my lamenting tongue,
¶And raile on PIRRHVS that hath done him wrong;
¶And with my tears quench Troy that burns so long;
1470_Of all the Greekes that are thine enemies.
¶That with my nailes her beautie I may teare:
¶This lode of wrath, that burning Troy doth beare;
1475Thy eye kindled the fire that burneth here,
¶Become the publicke plague of manie moe?
1480Let sinne alone committed, light alone
