101701O deeper
sinne then bottomele
sse conceit
702Can comprehend in
still imagination!
703Drunken De
sire mu
st vomite his receipt
704Ere he can
see his owne abhomination.
705While Lu
st is in his pride no exclamation
706 Can curbe his heat, or reine his ra
sh de
sire,
707 Till like a Iade,
self-will him
selfe doth tire.
102708And then with lanke, and leane di
scolour'd cheeke,
709With heauie eye, knit-brow, and
strengthle
sse pace,
710Feeble de
sire all recreant, poore and meeke,
711Like to a banckrout begger wailes his cace:
712The
fle
sh being proud, De
sire doth
fight with grace;
713 For there it reuels, and when that decaies,
714 The guiltie rebell for remi
ssion praies.
103715So fares it with this fault-full Lord of Rome,
716Who this accompli
shment
so hotly cha
sed,
717For now again
st him
selfe he
sounds this doome,
718That through the length of times he
stāds di
sgraced:
719Be
sides his
soules faire temple is defaced,
720 To who
se weake ruines mu
ster troopes of cares,
721 To aske the
spotted Prince
sse how
she fares.
104722Shee
sayes her
subie
cts with fowle in
surre
ction,
723Haue batterd downe her con
secrated wall,
724And by their mortall fault brought in
subie
ction
725Her immortalitie, and made her thrall,
726To liuing death and payne perpetuall.
727 Which in her pre
science
shee controlled
still,
728 But her fore
sight could not fore
stall their will.
105729Eu'n in this thought through the dark-night he
stea
-(leth,
730A captiue vi
ctor that hath lo
st in gaine,
731Bearing away the wound that nothing healeth,
732The
scarre that will di
spight of Cure remaine,
733Leauing his
spoile perplext in greater paine.
734 Shee beares the lode of lu
st he left behinde,
735 And he the burthen of a guiltie minde.