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Were Tarquin night, as he is but night's child,
The sirver-ihining qaeen him would disdain;
Her twinkling handmaids too (by him desil'd)
Thro' night's black bosom should not peep again.
So should I have copartners in my pain:
And sellowship in woe doth woe assuage,
As palmers, that make short their pilgrimage.
"Where now? have I no one to blush with me?
To cross their arms, and hang their heads with mine*
To mask their brows, and hide their infamy.
But I alone, alone must sit and pine;
Seafoning the earth with showers of silver brine;
Mingling my talk with tears, my grief with groans,
Poor walling monuments of lasting moans, v
O night! thou surnace of foul-reeking smoke!
Let not the jealous day behold that sace,
Which underneath thy black all-hiding cloke
Immodestly lies martyr'd with disgrace.
Keep still posseflion of thy gloomy place,
That all the faults, which in thy reign are made,
May likewise be sepulchred in thy shade.
Make me not object to the tell-tale day;
The light shall shew, character'd in my brow,
The story of sweet chastity's decay,
The impious breach of holy wedlock's vow.
Yea, the illiterate, thr.t lenow not how
To cypher what is writ in learned books,
Will quote my loathfome trespass in my loots.
The nurse, to still her child, will tell my story,
And fright her crying babe with Taiquin's namet
The orator, to deck his oratory,
Will couple my reproach to Tarquin's shame.
Feast-sinding minstrels, tuning my defame,
Will tye the hearers to attend each line,
How Tarquin wronged me, I Colatine.
Let my good name, that senseless reputation,
For Colatine's dear love he kept unspotted 4
If that be made a theme for disputation,
The branches of another root are rotted,
And undeserv'd reproach to him allotted,
That is as clear from this attaint of mine,
As I, ere this, was pure to Colatine.
O unseen shame! invisible. disgrace J
O uuselt fore! crest-wounding private scarl
Reproach is stampt in Colalinus' face, . :. .r..
And Tarquin's eye may read the mote as ac,
How he. in peace is wounded, not in was. .:
Alas! how many bear such shamesul blows,
Which not .themselves, but he that gives them,
If, Colatine, thine honour lay in me,
From me, by strong assault, it is bereft:
My honey lost, and I a drone-like bee,
Have no persection of my summer left,
JJut robb'd and ranfack'd by injurious theft:
In thy weak hive awand'ring wasp hath crept,
And suck'd the honey which thy chaste bee kept.
Yet am I guilty of thy honour's wreck?
Yet for thy honour did I entertain him;
Coming from thee, I could not put him back)
For it had been dishonour to disdain him.
Besides, of weariness he did complain him,
-And talk'd o£ virtue: O unlook'd for evil!
When virtue is profan'd in such a devil!
Why should the worm intrude the maiden bud?
Or hatesul cuckows hatch in sparrows nests?
Or toads insect fair founts with venom mud?
Or tyrant folly lurk in gentle breasts!
Or kings be breakers of their own behests?
But no persection is fo abfolute,
That fome impurity doth not pollute.
The aged man, that coffers up his gold,
Is plagu'd wjth cramps, and.gouts, and painsul sits-;
And scarce r^ath eyes his treasure to behold:
But still like pining Tantalus he sits,
And useless bans the harvest of his wits.
Having no other pleasure of his gain,
But torment, that it cannot cure his pain.
So then he hath it,. when he cannot use jx,
And leaves it to be.;maJster'dtby h.rs young,
Who in their pride^o presently abuse it:
Their-.fathsr-.waS'too weak, and they- too strong,
To hold their cursed blessed fortune long.
The sweats we. wish; for turn to. loathed fours,
E'en-in. the moment that Tve call them ours. •
*.', "t -a. .1 5/-.- .:»•:: Jt . i '.; • , Unruly blasts wait on the tender spring;
Unwholesome weeds take root with precious flowers*
The adder hifleth where the sweet birds sing;
What] virtue breads, iniquity devours:
We have no good, that we can fay is ours.
But ill annexed opportunity, ..
Or kills .his lise, or else his quality*
O! opportunity! thy guilt is great:
Tis thou that execut'st the traitor's treafon:
Thou set'st the wolf where he the" lamb may get,
Whoever plots the sin, thou point'st the seafon;
Tis thou that spurn'st at right, at law, at reafon:
And in thy shady cell, where none may spy her,
Sits sin, to seize the fouls that wander by her.
Thou mali'st the vestal violate her oath ;'.'
Thou blow'st the sire, when temperance is thaw'd;
Thou smother'st honesty, thou murdePst troth:
Thou foul abettor, thou notorious bawd!
Thou plantest scandal, and displacest Jau6*.
Thou lavishes, thou trairor, thou false thief!
Thy honey turns to gall, thy joy to grief.
Thy secret pleasure turns to open shame;
Thy private seasting to a public fast; .
Thy sn.otheriug titles to a ragged name!
Thy sugar'd tongue to bitter wormwood taste: 1
Thy violent vanities can never last. 'J
How conres it then, vile opportunity!
Being fo bad, such numbers seek for 'thee?
When -wilt Yhou le she nuTnble suppliant's frlehd?
.And bring him -where his suit may be obtain'd?
^ hen wilt thou fort an hour, great strises to end?
Or free that foul, which wretchedness hath chain'd?
Give physic to the sick, ease to the pain'd?
The poor, lame, blind, halt, creep, cry out for
But they ne'er met with opportunity. £thee,
The patient dies, while the physician fleeps;
The orphan pines, while the oppressor feeds;
Justice is seasting, while the widow weeps;
Advice is sporting, while insection breeds;
Thou grant'st no time for charitable deeds.
Wrath, en-vy;, treafon, rape and murder rages,
Thy heinous hours wait on them as their pages.
When truth and virtue have to do with thee,
A thoufand crosses keep them from. thy aid;
They buy thy help: but sin ne'er gives a see,
He gratis comes, and thou art well apaid,
As well to hear, as grant what he hath faid.
My Colatine would else have come to me,
When Tarquin did, but he was staid by thee.
Guilty thou art of murder and of theft;
Guilty of perjury and subornation -%
Guilty of treafon, forgery and shift $
Guilty of incest, that abomination:
An accessary by thine inclination
To all sins past,.and all that are to come,
From the creation to the general doom..
Mishapen time, -copesmate of ugly night;
Swift subtle post, carrier of grifly care;
Eater of youth, false flave to false delight,
Base watch of woes, sin's pack-horse, virtue's snare;
Thou nursest all, and murderest all that are.
O hear.me then, injurious stiifting timei-
Be guilty of my death, since of my crime.
Why hath thy servant opportunity,
Betrayed the hours thou gav'st me to repose?
Cancel'd my. fortunes, and inchained me
To endless date of never-ending woes?
Time's office ia to sind the hate of faes,..