21141The ayme of all is but to nourse the life,

142With honor, wealth, and ease in wainyng age:

143And in this ayme there is such thwarting strife,

144That one for all, or all for one we gage:

145As life for honour, in fell battailes rage,

146 Honor for wealth, and oft that wealth doth cost

147 The death of all, and altogether lost.

22148So that in ventring ill, we leaue to be

149The things we are, for that which we expect:

150And this ambitious foule infirmitie,

151In hauing much torments vs with defect

152Of that we haue: so then we doe neglect

153 The thing we haue, and all for want of wit,

154 Make something nothing, by augmenting it.

23155Such hazard now must doting TARQVIN make,

156Pawning his honor to obtaine his lust,

157And for himselfe, himselfe he must forsake.

158Then where is truth if there be no selfe-trust?

159When shall he thinke to find a stranger iust,

160 When he himselfe, himselfe confounds, betraies,

161 To sclandrous tongues & wretched hateful daies?

24162Now stole vppon the time the dead of night,

163When heauie sleeep had closd vp mortall eyes,

164No comfortable starre did lend his light,

165No noise but Owles, & wolues death-boding cries:

166Now serues the season that they may surprise

167 The sillie Lambes, pure thoughts are dead & still,

168 While Lust and Murder wakes to staine and kill.

25169And now this lustfull Lord leapt from his bed,

170Throwing his mantle rudely ore his arme,

171Is madly tost betweene desire and dred;

172Th'one sweetely flatters, th'other feareth harme,

173But honest feare, bewicht with lustes foule charme,

174 Doth too too oft betake him to retire,

175 Beaten away by brainesicke rude desire.