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'How will thy shame be seeded in thine age��
When thus thy vices bud before thy spring��
If in thy hope thou dar'st do such outrage��
What dar'st thou not when once thou art a king��
O�察�be rememb'red�察�no outrageous thing
From vassal actors can be wiped away��
Then kings' misdeeds cannot be hid in clay。
'This deed will make thee only loved for fear��
But happy monarchs still are feared for love��
With foul offenders thou perforce must bear��
When they in thee the like offences prove。
If but for fear of this�察�thy will remove��
For princes are the glass�察�the school�察�the book��
Where subjects' eyes do learn�察�do read�察�do look。
'And wilt thou be the school where Lust shall learn��
Must he in thee read lectures of such shame��
Wilt thou be glass wherein it shall discern
Authority for sin�察�warrant for blame��
To privilege dishonour in thy name��
Thou back'st reproach against long´living laud��
And mak'st fair�察�reputation but a bawd。
'Hast thou command�拭�by him that gave it thee��
From a pure heart command thy rebel will��
Draw not thy sword to guard iniquity��
For it was lent thee all that brood to kill。
Thy princely office how canst thou fulfill��
When patterned by thy fault foul sin may say
He learned to sin�察�and thou didst teach the way��
'Think but how vile a spectacle it were
To view thy present trespass in another。
Men's faults do seldom to themselves appear��
Their own transgressions partially they smother��
This guilt would seem death´worthy in thy brother。
O�察�how are they wrapped in with infamies
That from their own misdeeds askance their eyes��
'To thee�察�to thee�察�my heaved´up hands�察�appeal��
Not to seducing lust�察�thy rash relier��
I sue for exiled majesty's repeal��
Let him return�察�and flatt'ring thoughts retire。
His true respect will prison false desire��
And wipe the dim mist from thy doting eyne��
That thou shalt see thy state and pity mine。'
'Have done�察�quoth he�察�'my uncontrolled tide
Turns not�察�but swells the higher by this let。
Small lights are soon blown out�察�huge fires abide��
And with the wind in greater fury fret。
The petty streams that pay a daily debt
To their salt sovereign�察�with their fresh falls' haste
Add to his flow�察�but alter not his taste。'
'Thou art'�察�quoth she�察�'a sea�察�a sovereign king��
And�察�lo�察�there falls into thy boundless flood
Black lust�察�dishonour�察�shame�察�misgoverning��
Who seek to stain the ocean of thy blood。
If all these petty ills shall change thy good��
Thy sea within a puddle's womb is hearsed��
And not the puddle in thy sea dispersed。
'So shall these slaves be king�察�and thou their slave��
Thou nobly base�察�they basely dignified��
Thou their fair life�察�and they thy fouler grave��
Thou loathed in their shame�察�they in thy pride。
The lesser thing should not the greater hide��
The cedar stoops not to the base shrub's foot��
But low shrubs wither at the cedar's root。
'So let thy thoughts�察�low vassals to thy state´
;No more��' quoth he�察�'by heaven�察�I will not hear thee。
Yield to my love�察�if not�察�enforced hate��
Instead of love's coy touch�察�shall rudely tear thee��
That done�察�despitefully I mean to bear thee
Unto the base bed of some rescal groom��
To be thy partner in this shameful doom。'
This said�察�he sets his foot upon the light��
For light and lust are deadly enemies��
Shame folded up in blind concealing night��
When most unseen�察�then most doth tyrannize。
The wolf hath seized his prey�察�the poor lamb cries��
Till with her own white fleece her voice controlled
Entombs her outcry in her lips' sweet fold��
For with the nightly linen that she wears
He pens her piteous clamours in her head��
Cooling his hot face in the chastest tears
That ever modest eyes with sorrow shed。
O�察�that prone lust should stain so pure a bed��
The spots whereof could weeping purify��
Her tears should drop on them perpetually。
But she hath lost a dearer thing than life��
And he hath won what he would lose again。
This forced league doth force a further strife��
This momentary joy breeds months of pain��
This hot desire converts to cold disdain��
Pure Chastity is rifled of her store��
And Lust�察�the thief�察�far poorer than before。
Look as the full´fed hound or gorged hawk��
Unapt for tender smell or speedy flight��
Make slow pursuit�察�or altogether balk
The prey wherein by nature they delight��
So surfeit´taking Tarquin fares this night��
His taste delicious�察�in digestion souring��
Devours his will�察�that lived by foul devouring。
O�察�deeper sin than bottomless conceit
Can comprehend in still imagination��
Drunken Desire must vomit his receipt��
Ere he can see his own abomination。
While Lust is in his pride�察�no exclamation
Can curb his heat or rein his rash desire��
Till�察�like a jade�察�Self´will himself doth tire。
And then with lank and lean discoloured cheek��
With heavy eye�察�knit brow�察�and strengthless pace��
Feeble Desire�察�all recreant�察�poor and meek��
Like to a bankrupt beggar wails his case��
The flesh being proud�察�Desire doth fight with Grace��
For there it revels�察�and when that decays
The guilty rebel for remission prays。
So fares it with this faultful lord of Rome��
Who this accomplishment so hotly chased��
For now against himself he sounds this doom��
That through the length of times he stands disgraced��
Besides�察�his soul's fair temple is defaced��
To whose weak ruins muster troops of cares��
To ask the spotted princess how she fares。
She says her subjects with foul insurrection
Have battered down her consecrated wall��
And by their mortal fault brought in subjection
Her immortality�察�and made her thrall
To living death and pain perpetual��
Which in her prescience she controlled still��
But her foresight could not forestall their will。
Ev'n in this thought through the dark night he stealeth��
A captive victor that hath lost in gain��
Bearing away the wound that nothing healeth��
The scar that will�察�despite of cure�察�remain��
Leaving his spoil perplexed in greater pain。
She bears the load of lust he left behind��
And he the burden of a guilty mind。
He like a thievish dog creeps