not defend thy loyall Dame And wast affeard to scratch her wicked Fo Kill both thy selfe and her for yeelding so This said from her betombled couch shee starteth To finde some desp'rat Instrument of death But this no slaughter house no toole imparteth To make more vent for passage of her breath VVhich thronging through her lips so vanisheth As smoake from AETNA that in aire consumes Or that which from discharged Cannon fumes In vaine quoth shee I liue and seeke in vaine Some happie meane to end a haplesse life I fear'd by TARQVINS Fauchion to be slaine Yet for the selfe same purpose seeke a knife But when I fear'd I was a loyall wife So am I now ô no that cannot be Of that true tipe hath TARQVIN rifled me O that is gone for which I sought to liue And therefore now I need not feare to die To cleare this spot by death at least I giue A badge of Fame to sclanders liuerie A dying life to liuing infamie Poore helplesse helpe the treasure stolne away To burne the guiltlesse casket where it lay VVell well deare COLATINE thou shalt not know The stained tast of violated troth I will not wrong thy true affection so To flatter thee with an infringed oath This bastard graffe shall neuer come to growth He shall not boast who did thy stocke pollute That thou art doting father of his fruite Nor shall he smile at thee in secret thought Nor laugh with his companions at thy state But thou shalt know thy intrest was not bought Basely with gold but stolne from foorth thy gate For me I am the mistresse of my fate And with my trespasse neuer will dispence Till life to death acquit my forst offence I will not poyson thee with my attaint Nor fold my fault in cleanly coin'd excuses My sable ground of sinne I will not paint To hide the truth of this false nights abuses My tongue shall vtter all mine eyes like sluces As from a mountaine spring that feeds a dale Shal gush pure streams to purge my impure tale By this lamenting Philomele had ended The well-tun'd warble of her nightly sorrow And solemne night with slow sad gate descended To ouglie Hell when loe the blushing morrow Lends light to all faire eyes that light will borrow But cloudie LVCRECE shames her selfe to see And therefore still in night would cloistred be Reuealing day through euery crannie spies And seems to point her out where she sits weeping To whom shee sobbing speakes ô eye of eyes VVhy pry'st thou throgh my window leaue thy peeping Mock with thy tickling beams eies that are sleeping Brand not my forehead with thy percing light For day hath nought to do what 's done by night Thus cauils shee with euerie thing shee sees True griefe is fond and testie as a childe VVho wayward once his mood with naught agrees Old woes not infant sorrowes beare them milde Continuance tames the one the other wilde Like an vnpractiz'd swimmer plunging still VVith too much labour drowns for want of skill So shee deepe drenched in a Sea of care Holds disputation with ech thing shee vewes And to her selfe all sorrow doth compare No obiect but her passions strength renewes And as one shiftes another straight insewes Somtime her griefe is dumbe and hath no words Sometime t is mad and too much talke affords The little birds that tune their mornings ioy Make her mones mad with their sweet melodie For mirth doth search the bottome of annoy Sad soules are slaine in merrie companie Griefe best is pleas'd with griefes societie True sorrow then is feelinglie suffiz'd VVhen with like semblance it is simpathiz'd T is double death to drowne in ken ofshore He ten times pines that pines beholding food To see the salue doth make the wound ake more Great griefe greeues most at that wold do it good Deepe woes rowle forward like a gentle flood VVho being stopt the boūding banks oreflowes Griefe dallied with nor law nor limit knowes You mocking Birds quoth she your tunes intombe VVithin your hollow swelling feathered breasts And in my hearing be you mute and dumbe My restlesse discord loues no stops nor rests A woefull Hostesse brookes not merrie guests Ralish your nimble notes to pleasing eares Distres likes dūps whē time is kept with teares Come Philomele that sing'st of rauishment Make thy sad groue in my disheueld heare As the danke earth weepes at thy languishment So I at each sad straine will straine a teare And with deepe grones the Diapason beare For burthen-wise I le hum on TARQVIN still VVhile thou on TEREVS descants better skill And whiles against a thorne thou bear'st thy part To keepe thy sharpe woes waking wretched I To imitate thee well against my heart VVill fixe a sharpe knife to affright mine eye VVho if it winke shall thereon fall and die These meanes as frets vpon an instrument Shal tune our heart-strings to true languishment And for poore bird thou sing'st not in the day As shaming anie eye should thee behold Some darke deepe desert seated from the way That knowes not parching heat nor freezing cold VVill wee find out and there we will vnfold To creatures stern sad tunes to change their kinds Since mē proue beasts let beasts bear gētle minds As the poore frighted Deare that stands at gaze VVildly determining which way to flie Or one incompast with a winding maze That cannot tread the way out readilie So with her selfe is shee in mutinie To liue or die which of the twaine were better VVhen life is sham'd and death reproches detter To kill my selfe quoth shee alacke what were it But with my body my poore soules pollusion They that loose halfe with greater patience beare it Then they whose whole is swallowed in confusion That mother tries a mercilesse conclusion VVho hauing two sweet babes when death takes one VVill stay the other and be nurse to none My bodie or my soule which was the dearer VVhen the one pure the other made deuine VVhose loue of eyther to my selfe was nearer VVhen both were kept for Heauen and COLATINE Ay me the Barke pild from the loftie Pine His leaues will wither and his sap decay So must my soule her barke being pild away Her house is sackt her quiet interrupted Her mansion batterd by the enemie Her sacred temple spotted spoild corrupted Groslie ingirt with daring infamie Then let it not be cald impietie If in this blemisht for t I make some hole Through which I may conuay this troubled soule Yet die I will not till my COLATINE Haue heard the cause of my vntimelie death That he may vow in that sad houre of mine Reuenge on him that made me stop my breath My stained bloud to TARQVIN I le bequeath VVhich by him tainted shall for him be spent And as his due writ in my testament My Honorile bequeath vnto the knife That wounds my bodie so dishonored T is Honor to depriue dishonord life The one will liue the other being dead
rightfull plea might plead for lustice there His scarlet Lust came euidence to sweare That my poore beautie had purloin'd his eyes And when the Iudge is rob'd the prisoner dies O teach me how to make mine owne excuse Or at the least this refuge let me finde Though my grosse bloud be staind with this abuse Immaculate and spotlesse is my mind That was not forc'd that neuer was inclind To accessarie yeeldings but still pure Doth in her poyson'd closet yet endure Lo heare the hopelesse Marchant of this losse VVith head declin'd and voice dam'd vp with wo VVith sad set eyes and wretched armes acrosse From lips new waxen pale begins to blow The griefe away that stops his answer so But wretched as he is he striues in vaine VVhat he breaths out his breath drinks vp again As through an Arch the violent roaring tide Outruns the eye that doth behold his hast Yet in the Edie boundeth in his pride Backe to the strait that forst him on so fast In rage sent out recald in rage being past Euen so his sighes his sorrowes make a saw To push griefe on and back the same grief draw VVhich speechlesse woe of his poore she attendeth And his vntimelie frenzie thus awaketh Deare Lord thy sorrow to my sorrow lendeth Another power no floud by raining slaketh My woe too sencible thy passion maketh More feeling painfull let it than suffice To drowne on woe one paire of weeping eyes And for my sake when I might charme thee so For shee that was thy LVCRECE now attend me Be sodainelie reuenged on my Foe Thine mine his own suppose thou dost defend me From what is past the helpe that thou shalt lend me Comes all too late yet let the Traytor die For sparing Iustice feeds iniquitie But ere I name him you faire Lords quoth shee Speaking to those that came with COLATINE Shall plight your Honourable faiths to me VVith swift pursuit to venge this wrong of mine For'tis a meritorious faire designe To chase iniustice with reuengefull armes Knights by their oaths should right poore Ladies harmes At this request with noble disposition Each present Lord began to promise aide As bound in Knighthood to her imposition Longing to heare the hatefull Foe bewraide But shee that yet her sad taske hath not said The protestation stops ô speake quoth shee How may this forced staine be wip'd from me VVhat is the qualitie of my offence Being constrayn'd with dreadfull circumstance May my pure mind with the fowle act dispence My low declined Honor to aduance May anie termes acquit me from this chance The poysoned fountaine cleares it selfe againe And why not I from this compelled staine VVith this they all at once began to saie Her bodies staine her mind vntainted cleares VVhile with a ioylesse smile shee turnes awaie The face that map which deepe impression beares Of hard misfortune caru'd it in with tears No no quoth shee no Dame hereafter liuing By my excuse shall claime excuses giuing Here with a sigh as if her heart would breake Shee throwes forth TARQVINS name he he she saies But more then he her poore tong could not speake Till after manie accents and delaies Vntimelie breathings sicke and short assaies Shee vtters this he he faire Lords t is he That guides this hand to giue this wound to me Euen here she sheathed in her harmlesse breast A harmfull knife that thence her soule vnsheathed That blow did baile it from the deepe vnrest Of that polluted prison where it breathed Her contrite sighes vnto the clouds bequeathed Her winged sprite through her woūds doth flie Liues lasting date from cancel'd destinie Stone still astonisht with this deadlie deed Stood COLATINE and all his Lordly crew Till LVCRECE Father that beholds her bleed Himselfe on her selfe-slaughtred bodie threw And from the purple fountaine BRVTVS drew The murdrous knife and as it left the place Her bloud in poore reuenge held it in chase And bubling from her brest it doth deuide In two slow riuers that the crimson bloud Circles her bodie in on euerie side VVho like a late sack't Iland vastlie stood Bare and vnpeopled in this fearfull flood Some of her bloud still pure and red remain'd And som look'd black that false TARQVIN stain'd About the mourning and congealed face Of that blacke bloud a watrie rigoll goes VVhich seemes to weep vpon the tainted place And euer since as pittying LVCRECE woes Corrupted bloud some waterie token showes And bloud vntainted still doth red abide Blushing at that which is so putrified Daughter deare daughter old LVCRETIVS cries That life was mine which thou hast here depriued If in the childe the fathers image lies VVhere shall I liue now LVCRECE is vnliued Thou wast not to this end from me deriued If children praedecease progenitours VVe are their ofspring and they none of ours Poore broken glasse I often did behold In thy sweet semblance my old age new borne But now that faire fresh mirror dim and old Shewes me a bare bon'd death by time out-worne O from thy cheekes my image thou hast torne And shiuerd all the beautie of my glasse That I no more can see what once I was O time cease thou thy course and last no longer If they surcease to be that should suruiue Shall rotten death make conquest of the stronger And leaue the foultring feeble soules aliue The old Bees die the young possesse their hiue Then liue sweet LVCRECE liue againe and see Thy father die and not thy father thee By this starts COLATINE as from a dreame And bids LVCRECIVS giue his sorrow place And than in key-cold LVCRECE bleeding streame He fals and bathes the pale feare in his face And counterfaits to die with her a space Till manly shame bids him possesse his breath And liue to be reuenged on her death The deepe vexation of his inward soule Hath seru'd a dumbe arrest vpon his tongue VVho mad that sorrow should his vse controll Or keepe him from heart-easing words so long Begins to talke but through his lips do throng VVeake words so thick come in his poor harts aid That no man could distinguish what he said Yet sometime TARQVIN was pronounced plaine But through his teeth as if the name he tore This windie tempest till it blow vp raine Held backe his sorrowes tide to make it more At last it raines and busie windes giue ore Then sonne and father weep with equall strife VVho shuld weep most for daughter or for wife The one doth call her his the other his Yet neither may possesse the claime they lay The father saies shee 's mine ô mine shee is Replies her husband do not take away My sorrowes interest let no mourner say He weepes for her for shee was onely mine And onelie must be wayl'd by COLATINE O quoth LVCRETIVS I did giue that life VVhich shee to earely and too late hath spil'd VVoe woe quoth COLATINE shee was my wife I owed her and t is mine that shee hath kil'd My daughter and my wife with clamors fild The disperst aire who holding LVCRECE life Answer'd their cries my daughter and my wife BRVTVS who pluck't the knife from LVCRECE side Seeing such emulation in their woe Began to cloath his wit in state and pride Burying in LVCRECE wound his follies show He with the Romains was esteemed so As seelie ieering idiots are with Kings For sportiue words and vttring foolish things But now he throwes that shallow habit by VVherein deepe pollicie did him disguise And arm'd his long hid wits aduise dlie To checke the teares in COLATINVS eies Thou wronged Lord of Rome quoth he arise Let my vnsounded selfe suppos'd a foole Now set thy long experienc't wit to schoole VVhy COLATINE is woe the cure for woe Do wounds helpe wounds or griefe helpe greeuous deeds Is it reuenge to giue thy selfe a blow For his fowle Act by whom thy faire wife bleeds Such childish humor from weake minds proceeds Thy wretched wife mistooke the matter so To slaie her selfe that should haue slaine her Foe Couragious Romaine do not steepe thy hart In such relenting dew of Lamentations But kneele with me and helpe to beare thy part To rowse our Romaine Gods with inuocations That they will suffer these abhominations Since Rome her self in thē doth stand disgraced By our strong arms frō forth her fair streets chaced Now by the Capitoll that we adore And by this chast bloud so vniustlie stained By heauens faire sun that breeds the fat earths store By all our countrey rights in Rome maintained And by chast LVCRECE soule that late complained Her wrongs to vs and by this bloudie knife VVe will reuenge the death of this true wife This sayd he strooke his hand vpon his breast And kist the fatall knife to end his vow And to his protestation vrg'd the rest VVho wondring at him did his words allow Then ioyntlie to the ground their knees they bow And that deepe vow which BRVTVS made before He doth againe repeat and that they swore VVhen they had sworne to this aduised doome They did conclude to beare dead LVCRECE thence To shew her bleeding bodie thorough Roome And so to publish TARQVINS fowle offence VVhich being done with speedie diligence The Romaines plausibly did giue consent To TARQVINS euerlasting banishment FINIS
will And with good thoughts makes dispensation Vrging the worser sence for vantage still VVhich in a moment doth confound and kill All pure effects and doth so farre proceede That what is vile shewes like a vertuous deede Quoth he shee tooke me kindlie by the hand And gaz'd for tidings in my eager eyes Fearing some hard newes from the warlike band VVhere her beloued COLATINVS lies O how her feare did make her colour rise First red as Roses that on Lawne we laie Then white as Lawne the Roses tooke awaie And how her hand in my hand being lockt Forst it to tremble with her loyall feare VVhich strooke her sad and then it faster rockt Vntill her husbands welfare shee did heare VVhereat shee smiled with so sweete a cheare That had NARCISSVS seene her as shee stood Selfe-loue had neuer drown'd him in the flood VVhy hunt I then for colour or excuses All Orators are dumbe when Beautie pleadeth Poore wretches haue remorse in poore abuses Loue thriues not in the hart that shadows dreadeth Affection is my Captaine and he leadeth And when his gaudie banner is displaide The coward fights and will not be dismaide Then childish feare auaunt debating die Respect and reason waite on wrinckled age My heart shall neuer countermand mine eie Sad pause and deepe regard beseemes the sage My part is youth and beates these from the stage Desire my Pilot is Beautie my prise Then who feares sinking where such treasure lies As corne ore-growne by weedes so heedfull feare Is almost choakt by vnresisted lust Away he steales with open listning eare Full of foule hope and full of fond mistrust Both which as seruitors to the vniust So crosse him with their opposit perswasion That now he vowes a league and now inuasion VVithin his thought her heauenly image sits And in the selfe same seat sits COLATINE That eye which lookes on her confounds his wits That eye which him beholdes as more deuine Vnto a view so false will not incline But with a pure appeale seekes to the heart VVhich once corrupted takes the worser part And therein heartens vp his seruile powers VVho flattred by their leaders iocound show Stuffe vp his lust as minutes fill vp howres And as their Captaine so their pride doth grow Paying more slauish tribute then they owe. By reprobate desire thus madly led The Romane Lord marcheth to LVCRECE bed The lockes betweene her chamber and his will Ech one by him inforst retires his ward But as they open they all rate his ill VVhich driues the creeping theefe to some regard The threshold grates the doore to haue him heard Night wandring weezels shreek to see him there They fright him yet he still pursues his feare As each vnwilling portall yeelds him way Through little vents and cranies of the place The wind warres with his torch to make him staie And blowes the smoake of it into his face Extinguishing his conduct in this case But his hot heart which fond desire doth scorch Puffes forth another wind that fires the torch And being lighted by the light he spies LVCRECIAS gloue wherein her needle sticks He takes it from the rushes where it lies And griping it the needle his finger pricks As who should say this gloue to wanton trickes Is not inur'd returne againe in hast Thouseest our mistresse ornaments are chast But all these poore forbiddings could not stay him He in the worst sence consters their deniall The dores the wind the gloue that did delay him He takes for accidentall things of triall Or as those bars which stop the hourely diall VVho with a lingring staie his course doth let Till euerie minute payes the howre his debt So so quoth he these lets attend the time Like little frosts that sometime threat the spring To ad a more reioysing to the prime And giue the sneaped birds more cause to sing Pain payes the income of ech precious thing Huge rocks high winds strong pirats shelues and sands The marchant feares ere rich at home he lands Now is he come vnto the chamber dore That shuts him from the Heauen of his thought VVhich with a yeelding latch and with no more Hath bard him from the blessed thing he sought So from himselfe impiety hath wrought That for his pray to pray he doth begin As if the Heauens should countenance his sin But in the midst of his vnfruitfull prayer Hauing solicited th' eternall power That his foule thoughts might cōpasse his fair faire And they would stand auspicious to the howre Euen there he starts quoth he I must deflowre The powers to whom I pray abhor this fact How can they then assist me in the act Then Loue and Fortune by my Gods my guide My will is backt with resolution Thoughts are but dreames till their effects be tried The blackest sinne is clear'd with absolution Against loues fire feares frost hath dissolution The eye of Heauen is out and mistie night Couers the shame that followes sweet delight This said his guiltie hand pluckt vp the latch And with his knee the dore he opens wide The doue sleeps fast that this night Owle will catch Thus treason workes ere traitors be espied VVho sees the lurking serpent steppes aside But shee sound sleeping fearing no such thing Lies at the mercie of his mortall sting Into the chamber wickedlie he stalkes And gazeth on her yet vnstained bed The curtaines being close about he walkes Rowling his greedie eye-bals in his head By their high treason is his heart mis-led VVhich giues the watch-word to his hand ful soon To draw the clowd that hides the siluer Moon Looke as the faire and fierie pointed Sunne Rushing from forth a cloud bereaues our sight Euen so the Curtaine drawne his eyes begun To winke being blinded with a greater light VVhether it is that shee reflects so bright That dazleth them or else some shame supposed But blind they are and keep themselues inclosed O had they in that darkesome prison died Then had they seene the period of their ill Then COLATINE againe by LVCRECE side In his cleare bed might haue reposed still But they must ope this blessed league to kill And holie-thoughted LVCRECE to their sight Must sell her ioy her life her worlds delight Her lillie hand her rosie cheeke lies vnder Coosning the pillow of a lawfull kisse VVho therefore angrie seemes to part in sunder Swelling on either side to want his blisse Betweene whose hils her head intombed is VVhere like a vertuous Monument shee lies To be admir'd of lewd vnhallowed eyes VVithout the bed her other faire hand was On the greene couerlet whose perfect white Showed like an Aprill dazie on the grasse VVith perlie swet resembling dew of night Her eyes like Marigolds had sheath'd their light And canopied in darkenesse sweetly lay Till they might open to adorne the day Her haire like goldē threeds playd with her breath O modest wantons wanton modestie Showing lifes triumph in the map of death And deaths dim looke
in lifes mortalitie Ech in her sleepe themselues so beautifie As if betweene them twaine there were no strife But that life liu'd in death and death in life Her breasts like Iuory globes circled with blew A paire of maiden worlds vnconquered Saue of their Lord no bearing yoke they knew And him by oath they truely honored These worlds in TARQVIN new ambition bred VVho like a fowle vsurper went about From this faire throne to heaue the owner out VVhat could he see but mightily he noted VVhat did he note but strongly he desired VVhat he beheld on that he firmely doted And in his will his wilfull eye he tyred VVith more then admiration he admired Her azure vaines her alablaster skinne Her corall lips her snow-white dimpled chin As the grim Lion fawneth ore his pray Sharpe hunger by the conquest satisfied So ore this sleeping soule doth TARQVIN stay His rage of lust by gazing qualified Slakt not supprest for standing by her side His eye which late this mutiny restraines Vnto a greater vprore tempts his vaines And they like stragling slaues for pillage fighting Obdurate vassals fell exploits effecting In bloudy death and rauishment delighting Nor childrens tears nor mothers grones respecting Swell in their pride the onset still expecting Anon his beating heart allarum striking Giues the hot charge bids thē do their liking His drumming heart cheares vp his burning eye His eye commends the leading to his hand His hand as proud of such a dignitie Smoaking with pride marcht on to make his stand On her bare brest the heart of all her land VVhose ranks of blew vains as his hand did scale Left their round turrets destitute and pale They mustring to the quiet Cabinet VVhere their deare gouernesse and ladie lies Do tell her shee is dreadfullie beset And fright her with confusion of their cries Shee much amaz'd breakes ope her lockt vp eyes VVho peeping foorth this tumult to behold Are by his flaming torch dim'd and controld Imagine her as one in dead of night From forth dull sleepe by dreadfull fancie waking That thinkes shee hath beheld some gastlie sprite VVhose grim aspect sets euerie ioint a shaking VVhat terror t is but shee in worser taking From sleepe disturbed heedfullie doth view The sight which makes supposed terror trew VVrapt and confounded in a thousand feares Like to a new-kild bird shee trembling lies Shee dares not looke yet winking there appeares Quicke-shifting Antiques vglie in her eyes Such shadowes are the weake-brains forgeries VVho angrie that the eyes flie from their lights In darknes daunts thē with more dreadfull sights His hand that yet remaines vppon her brest Rude Ram to batter such an Iuorie wall May feele her heart poore Cittizen distrest VVounding it selfe to death rise vp and fall Beating her bulke that his hand shakes withall This moues in him more rage and lesser pittie To make the breach and enter this sweet Citty First like a Trompet doth his tongue begin To sound a parlie to his heartlesse foe VVho ore the white sheet peers her whiter chin The reason of this rash allarme to know VVhich he by dum demeanor seekes to show But shee with vehement prayers vrgethstill Vnder what colour he commits this ill Thus he replies the colour in thy face That euen for anger makes the Lilly pale And the red rose blush at her owne disgrace Shall plead for me and tell my louing tale Vnder that colour am I come to scale Thy neuer conquered Fort the fault is thine For those thine eyes betray thee vnto mine Thus I forestall thee if thou meane to chide Thy beauty hath ensnar'd thee to this night VVhere thou with patience must my will abide My will that markes thee for my earths delight VVhich I to conquer sought with all my might But as reproofe and reason beat it dead By thy bright beautie was it newlie bred I see what crosses my attempt will bring I know what thornes the growing rose defends I thinke the honie garded with a sting All this before-hand counsell comprehends But VVill is deafe and hears no heedfull friends Onely he hath an eye to gaze on Beautie And dotes on what he looks gainst law or duety I haue debated euen in my soule VVhat wrong what shame what sorrow I shal breed But nothing can affections course controull Or stop the headlong furie of his speed I know repentant teares insewe the deed Reproch disdaine and deadly enmity Yet striue I to embrace mine infamy This said hee shakes aloft his Romaine blade VVhich like a Faulcon towring in the skies Cowcheth the fowle below with his wings shade VVhose crooked beake threats if he mount he dies So vnder his insulting Fauchion lies Harmelesse LVCRETIA marking what he tels VVith trembling feare as fowl hear Faulcōs bels LVCRECE quoth he this night I must enioy thee If thou deny then force must worke my way For in thy bed I purpose to destroie thee That done some worthlesse slaue of thine I le slay To kill thine Honour with thy liues decaie And in thy dead armes do I meane to place him Swearing I slue him seeing thee imbrace him So thy suruiuing husband shall remaine The scornefull marke of euerie open eye Thy kinsmen hang their heads at this disdaine Thy issue blur'd with namelesse bastardie And thou the author of their obloquie Shalt haue thy trespasse cited vp in rimes And sung by children in succeeding times But if thou yeeld I rest thy secret friend The fault vnknowne is as a thought vnacted A little harme done to a great good end For lawfull pollicie remaines enacted The poysonous simple sometime is compacted In a pure compound being so applied His venome in effect is purified Then for thy husband and thy childrens sake Tender my suite bequeath not to their lot The shame that from them no deuise can take The blemish that will neuer be forgot VVorse then a slauish wipe or birth howrs blot For markes discried in mens natiuitie Are natures faultes not their owne infamie Here with a Cockeatrice dead killing eye He rowseth vp himselfe and makes a pause VVhile shee the picture of pure pietie Like a white Hinde vnder the grypes sharpe clawes Pleades in a wildernesse where are no lawes To the rough beast that knowes no gentle right Nor ought obayes but his fowle appetite But when a black-fac'd clowd the world doth thret In his dim mist th' aspiring mountaines hiding From earths dark-womb some gentle gust doth get VVhich blow these pitchie vapours frō their biding Hindring their present fall by this deuiding So his vnhallowed hast her words delayes And moodie PLVTO winks while Orpheus playes Yet fowle night-waking Cat he doth but dallie VVhile in his hold-fast foot the weak mouse pāteth Her sad behauiour feedes his vulture follie A swallowing gulfe that euen in plentie wanteth His eare her prayers admits but his heart granteth No penetrable entrance to her playning Tears harden lust though marble were with rayning Her pittie-pleading