Lucrece (Quarto, 1594)
Author: William ShakespeareEditor: Hardy M. CookNot Peer Reviewed


¶Yet am I guiltie of thy Honors wracke,
¶Yet for thy Honor did I entertaine him,
¶Comming from thee I could not put him backe:
¶For it had beene di
shonor to di
sdaine him,
845Be
sides of wearine
sse he did complaine him,
¶_And talk't of Vertue (O vnlook't for euill,)
¶_VVhen Vertue is prophan'd in
such a Deuill.
¶VVhy
should the worme intrude the maiden bud?
¶Or hatefull Kuckcowes hatch in Sparrows ne
sts?
850Or Todes infect faire founts with venome mud?
¶Or tyrant follie lurke in gentle bre
sts?
¶Or Kings be breakers of their owne behe
stes?
¶_"But no perfection is
so ab
solute,
¶_That
some impuritie doth not pollute.
855The aged man that coffers vp his gold,
¶Is plagu'd with cramps, and gouts, and painefull fits,
¶And
scarce hath eyes his trea
sure to behold,
¶But like
still pining
TANTALVS he
sits,
¶And v
sele
sse barnes the harue
st of his wits:
860_Hauing no other plea
sure of his gaine,
¶_But torment that it cannot cure his paine.
¶So then he hath it when he cannot v
se it,
¶And leaues it to be mai
stred by his yong:
¶VVho in their pride do pre
sently abu
se it,
865Their father was too weake, and they too
strong
¶To hold their cur
sed-ble
ssed Fortune long.
¶_"The
sweets we wi
sh for, turne to lothed
sowrs,
¶_"Euen in the moment that we call them ours.
¶Vnruly bla
sts wait on the tender
spring,
870Vnhol
some weeds take roote with precious flowrs,
¶The Adder hi
sses where the
sweete birds
sing,
¶VVhat Vertue breedes Iniquity deuours:
¶VVe haue no good that we can
say is ours,
¶_But ill annexed opportunity
875_Or kils his life, or el
se his quality.

