101701O deeper sinne then bottomelesse conceit

702Can comprehend in still imagination!

703Drunken Desire must vomite his receipt

704Ere he can see his owne abhomination.

705While Lust is in his pride no exclamation

706 Can curbe his heat, or reine his rash desire,

707 Till like a Iade, self-will himselfe doth tire.

102708And then with lanke, and leane discolour'd cheeke,

709With heauie eye, knit-brow, and strengthlesse pace,

710Feeble desire all recreant, poore and meeke,

711Like to a banckrout begger wailes his cace:

712The flesh being proud, Desire doth fight with grace;

713 For there it reuels, and when that decaies,

714 The guiltie rebell for remission praies.

103715So fares it with this fault-full Lord of Rome,

716Who this accomplishment so hotly chased,

717For now against himselfe he sounds this doome,

718That through the length of times he stāds disgraced:

719Besides his soules faire temple is defaced,

720 To whose weake ruines muster troopes of cares,

721 To aske the spotted Princesse how she fares.

104722Shee sayes her subiects with fowle insurrection,

723Haue batterd downe her consecrated wall,

724And by their mortall fault brought in subiection

725Her immortalitie, and made her thrall,

726To liuing death and payne perpetuall.

727 Which in her prescience shee controlled still,

728 But her foresight could not forestall their will.

105729Eu'n in this thought through the dark-night he stea-(leth,

730A captiue victor that hath lost in gaine,

731Bearing away the wound that nothing healeth,

732The scarre that will dispight of Cure remaine,

733Leauing his spoile perplext in greater paine.

734 Shee beares the lode of lust he left behinde,

735 And he the burthen of a guiltie minde.