2251569Thus ebs and flowes the currant of her sorrow,

1570And time doth wearie time with her complayning,

1571Shee looks for night, & then shee longs for morrow,

1572And both shee thinks too long with her remayning.

1573Short time seems long, in sorrowes sharp sustayning,

1574 Though wo be heauie, yet it seldome sleepes,

1575 And they that watch, see time, how slow it creeps.

2261576Which all this time hath ouerslipt her thought,

1577That shee with painted Images hath spent,

1578Being from the feeling of her own griefe brought,

1579By deepe surmise of others detriment,

1580Loosing her woes in shews of discontent:

1581 It easeth some, though none it euer cured,

1582 To thinke their dolour others haue endured.

2271583But now the mindfull Messenger come backe,

1584Brings home his Lord and other companie,

1585Who finds his LVCRECE clad in mourning black,

1586And round about her teare-distained eye

1587Blew circles stream'd, like Rain-bows in the skie.

1588 These watergalls in her dim Element,

1589 Foretell new stormes to those alreadie spent.