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1191 Rape of Lucrece 1121 ‘You mocking birds,’ quoth she, ‘your ^tunes^ entomb | Within your hollow-swelling feathered breasts, | And in my hearing be you mute and dumb; | My ^restless discord loves no stops nor rests^; | A woeful hostess brooks not merry guests. | ^Relish your nimble notes to pleasing ears^; | Distress likes ^dumps when time is kept^ with tears. 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 dumps when time is kept with teares. 1121 1121 1121
1192 Rape of Lucrece 1128 Come, Philomel, that ^sing’st of ravishment^, | Make thy sad grove in my dishevelled hair. | As the dank earth weeps at thy ^languishment^, | So I at each ^sad strain^ will strain a tear, | And with deep groans the ^diapason bear^; | For ^burden-wise I’ll hum^ on Tarquin still, | While thou on Tereus ^descants better skill^. 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 ile hum on TARQVIN still, | VVhile thou on TEREVS descants better skill. 1128 1128 1128
1193 Rape of Lucrece 1135 And whiles against a thorn thou ^bear’st thy part^ | To keep thy ^sharp^ woes waking, wretched I, | To ^imitate^ thee well, against my heart | Will fix a sharp knife to affright mine eye, | Who if it wink shall thereon fall and die. | These ^means, as frets upon an instrument^, | Shall ^tune our heart-strings to true languishment^. 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. 1135 1135 1135
1194 Rape of Lucrece 1142 And for, poor bird, thou ^sing’st^ not in the day, | As shaming any eye should thee behold And for poore bird thou sing'st not in the day, | As shaming anie eye should thee behold: 1142 1142 1142
1195 Rape of Lucrece 1147 To creatures stern ^sad tunes to change^ their kinds. To creatures stern, sad tunes to change their kinds, 1147 1147 1147
1196 Rape of Lucrece 1324 To see sad sights moves more than hear them told, | For then the eye interprets to the ear | The heavy motion that it doth behold, | When every part a ^part of woe doth bear^. | ’Tis but a ^part of sorrow that we hear^; | ^Deep sounds make lesser noise^ than shallow fords, | And sorrow ebbs, being blown with wind of words. To see sad sights, moues more then heare them told, | For then the eye interpretes to the eare |The heauie motion that it doth behold, | VVhen euerie part, a part of woe doth beare. | Tis but a part of sorrow that we heare, | Deep sounds make lesser noise then shallow foords, | And sorrow ebs, being blown with wind of words. 1324 1324 1324
1197 Rape of Lucrece 1410 All jointly list’ning, but with ^several graces^, | As if some ^mermaid did their ears^ entice All ioyntlie listning, but with seuerall graces, | As if some Marmaide did their eares intice, 1410 1410 1410
1198 Rape of Lucrece 1464 ‘Poor ^instrument^,’ quoth she, ‘without a ^sound^, | I’ll ^tune thy woes^ with my ^lamenting tongue^ Poore Instrument (quoth shee) without a sound, | Ile tune thy woes with my lamenting tongue, 1464 1464 1464
1199 Rape of Lucrece 1493 For sorrow, like a ^heavy hanging bell^ | Once set on ^ringing^, with his own weight goes; | Then little strength ^rings out the doleful knell^. For sorrow, like a heauie hanging Bell, | Once set on ringing, with his own waight goes, | Then little strength rings, out the dolefull knell, 1493 …heavy-hanging bell… 1493 …heavy ringing bell… 1493
1200 Rape of Lucrece 1611 And now this pale swan in her wat’ry nest | Begins the ^sad dirge^ of her certain ending. And now this pale Swan in her watrie nest, | Begins the sad Dirge of her certaine ending, 1611 1611 1611