2521758Poore broken glasse, I often did behold

1759In thy sweet semblance, my old age new borne,

1760But now that faire fresh mirror dim and old

1761Shewes me a bare-bon'd death by time out-worne,

1762O from thy cheekes my image thou hast torne,

1763 And shiuerd all the beautie of my glasse,

1764 That I no more can see what once I was.

2531765O time cease thou thy course and last no longer,

1766If they surcease to be that should suruiue:

1767Shall rotten death make conquest of the stronger,

1768And leaue the foultring feeble soules aliue?

1769The old Bees die, the young possesse their hiue,

1770 Then liue sweet LVCRECE, liue againe and see

1771 Thy father die, and not thy father thee.

2541772By this starts COLATINE as from a dreame,

1773And bids LVCRECIVS giue his sorrow place,

1774And than in key-cold LVCRECE bleeding streame

1775He fals, and bathes the pale feare in his face,

1776And counterfaits to die with her a space,

1777 Till manly shame bids him possesse his breath,

1778 And liue to be reuenged on her death.