636Perchance his bost of Lucrece Sou'raigntie,

37Suggested this proud issue of a King:

38For by our eares our hearts oft taynted be:

39Perchance that enuie of so rich a thing

40Brauing compare, disdainefully did sting

41 His high picht thoughts that meaner men should (vant,

42 That golden hap which their superiors want.

743But some vntimelie thought did instigate,

44His all too timelesse speede if none of those,

45His honor, his affaires, his friends, his state,

46Neglected all, with swift intent he goes,

47To quench the coale which in his liuer glowes.

48 O rash false heate, wrapt in repentant cold,

49 Thy hastie spring still blasts and nere growes old.

850When at Colatia this false Lord arriued,

51Well was he welcom'd by the Romaine dame,

52Within whose face Beautie and Vertue striued,

53Which of them both should vnderprop her fame.

54Whē Vertue brag'd, Beautie wold blush for shame,

55 When Beautie bosted blushes, in despight

56 Vertue would staine that ore with siluer white.