2511751Daughter, deare daughter, old
LVCRETIVS cries,
1752That life was mine which thou ha
st here depriued,
1753If in the childe the fathers image lies,
1754Where
shall I liue now
LVCRECE is vnliued?
1755Thou wa
st not to this end from me deriued.
1756 If children pr
aedecea
se progenitours,
1757 We are their of
spring and they none of ours.
2521758Poore broken gla
sse, I often did behold
1759In thy
sweet
semblance, my old age new borne,
1760But now that faire fre
sh mirror dim and old
1761Shewes me a bare-bon'd death by time out-worne,
1762O from thy cheekes my image thou ha
st torne,
1763 And
shiuerd all the beautie of my gla
sse,
1764 That I no more can
see what once I was.
2531765O time cea
se thou thy cour
se and la
st no longer,
1766If they
surcea
se to be that
should
suruiue:
1767Shall rotten death make conque
st of the
stronger,
1768And leaue the foultring feeble
soules aliue?
1769The old Bees die, the young po
sse
sse their hiue,
1770 Then liue
sweet
LVCRECE, liue againe and
see
1771 Thy father die, and not thy father thee.
2541772By this
starts
COLATINE as from a dreame,
1773And bids
LVCRECIVS giue his
sorrow place,
1774And than in key-cold
LVCRECE bleeding
streame
1775He fals, and bathes the pale feare in his face,
1776And counterfaits to die with her a
space,
1777 Till manly
shame bids him po
sse
sse his breath,
1778 And liue to be reuenged on her death.
2551779The deepe vexation of his inward
soule,
1780Hath
seru'd a dumbe arre
st vpon his tongue,
1781Who mad that
sorrow
should his v
se controll,
1782Or keepe him from heart-ea
sing words
so long,
1783Begins to talke, but through his lips do throng
1784 Weake words,
so thick come in his poor harts aid,
1785 That no man could di
stingui
sh what he
said.