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  • Title: Lucrece (Quarto, 1594)
  • Editor: Hardy M. Cook
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-411-0

    Copyright Hardy M. Cook. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Hardy M. Cook
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    Lucrece (Quarto, 1594)


    Come Philomele that sing'st of rauishment,
    Make thy sad groue in my disheueld heare,
    1130As the danke earth weepes at thy languishment:
    So I at each sad straine, will straine a teare,
    And with deepe grones the Diapason beare:
    For burthen-wise ile hum on TARQVIN still,
    While thou on TEREVS descants better skill.

    1135And whiles against a thorne thou bear'st thy part,
    To keepe thy sharpe woes waking, wretched I
    To imitate thee well, against my heart
    Will fixe a sharpe knife to affright mine eye,
    Who if it winke shall thereon fall and die.
    1140 These meanes as frets vpon an instrument,
    Shal tune our heart-strings to true languishment.

    And for poore bird thou sing'st not in the day,
    As shaming anie eye should thee behold:
    Some darke deepe desert seated from the way,
    1145That knowes not parching heat, nor freezing cold
    Will wee find out: and there we will vnfold
    To creatures stern, sad tunes to change their kinds,
    Since mē proue beasts, let beasts bear gētle minds.