2581800O, quoth LVCRETIVS, I did giue that life

1801Which shee to earely and too late hath spil'd.

1802Woe woe, quoth COLATINE, shee was my wife,

1803I owed her, and tis mine that shee hath kil'd.

1804My daughter and my wife with clamors fild

1805 The disperst aire, who holding LVCRECE life,

1806 Answer'd their cries, my daughter and my wife.

2591807BRVTVS who pluck't the knife from LVCRECE side,

1808Seeing such emulation in their woe,

1809Began to cloath his wit in state and pride,

1810Burying in LVCRECE wound his follies show,

1811He with the Romains was esteemed so

1812 As seelie ieering idiots are with Kings,

1813 For sportiue words, and vttring foolish things.

2601814But now he throwes that shallow habit by,

1815Wherein deepe pollicie did him disguise,

1816And arm'd his long hid wits aduisedlie,

1817To checke the teares in COLATINVS eies.

1818Thou wronged Lord of Rome, quoth he, arise,

1819 Let my vnsounded selfe suppos'd a foole,

1820 Now set thy long experienc't wit to schoole.