1741212This plot of death when sadlie shee had layd,

1213And wip't the brinish pearle from her bright eies,

1214With vntun'd tongue shee hoarslie cals her mayd,

1215Whose swift obedience to her mistresse hies.

1216"For fleet-wing'd duetie with thoghts feathers flies,

1217 Poore LVCRECE cheeks vnto her maid seem so,

1218 As winter meads when sun doth melt their snow.

1751219Her mistresse shee doth giue demure good morrow,

1220With soft slow-tongue, true marke of modestie,

1221And sorts a sad looke to her Ladies sorrow,

1222(For why her face wore sorrowes liuerie.)

1223But durst not aske of her audaciouslie,

1224 Why her two suns were clowd ecclipsed so,

1225 Nor why her faire cheeks ouer-washt with woe.

1761226But as the earth doth weepe the Sun being set,

1227Each flowre moistned like a melting eye:

1228Euen so the maid with swelling drops gan wet

1229Her circled eien inforst, by simpathie

1230Of those faire Suns set in her mistresse skie,

1231 Who in a salt wau'd Ocean quench their light,

1232 Which makes the maid weep like the dewy night.