Lucrece (Quarto, 1594)
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THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
¶And bubling from her brest, it doth deuide
¶Circles her bodie in on euerie side,
¶Bare and vnpeopled, in this fearfull flood.
¶About the mourning and congealed face
1745Of that blacke bloud, a watrie rigoll goes,
¶Daughter, deare daughter, old LVCRETIVS cries,
¶That life was mine which thou hast here depriued,
¶If in the childe the fathers image lies,
1755Thou wast not to this end from me deriued.
Poore
