2071443To this well painted peece is LVCRECE come,

1444To find a face where all distresse is steld,

1445Manie shee sees, where cares haue carued some,

1446But none where all distresse and dolor dweld,

1447Till shee dispayring HECVBA beheld,

1448 Staring on PRIAMS wounds with her old eyes,

1449 Which bleeding vnder PIRRHVS proud foot lies.

2081450In her the Painter had anathomiz'd

1451Times ruine, beauties wracke, and grim cares raign,

1452Her cheeks with chops and wrincles were disguiz'd,

1453Of what shee was, no semblance did remaine:

1454Her blew bloud chang'd to blacke in euerie vaine,

1455 Wanting the spring, that those shrunke pipes had (fed,

1456 Shew'd life imprison'd in a bodie dead.

2091457On this sad shadow LVCRECE spends her eyes,

1458And shapes her sorrow to the Beldames woes,

1459Who nothing wants to answer her but cries,

1460And bitter words to ban her cruell Foes.

1461The Painter was no God to lend her those,

1462 And therefore LVCRECE swears he did her wrong,

1463 To giue her so much griefe, and not a tong.