1801254No man inueigh against the withered flowre,

1255But chide rough winter that the flowre hath kild,

1256Not that deuour'd, but that which doth deuour

1257Is worthie blame, ô let it not be hild

1258Poore womens faults, that they are so fulfild

1259 With mens abuses, those proud Lords to blame,

1260 Make weak-made womē tenants to their shame.

1811261The president whereof in LVCRECE view,

1262Assail'd by night with circumstances strong

1263Of present death, and shame that might insue.

1264By that her death to do her husband wrong,

1265Such danger to resistance did belong:

1266 That dying feare through all her bodie spred,

1267 And who cannot abuse a bodie dead?

1821268By this milde patience bid faire LVCRECE speake,

1269To the poore counterfaite of her complayning,

1270My girle, quoth shee, on what occasion breake

1271Those tears frō thee, that downe thy cheeks are raig-(ning?

1272If thou dost weepe for griefe of my sustaining:

1273 Know gentle wench it small auailes my mood,

1274 If tears could help, mine own would do me good.