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Thou ravisher�察�thou traitor�察�thou false thief��
Thy honey turns to gall�察�thy joy to grief��
'Thy secret pleasure turns to open shame��
Thy private feasting to a public fast��
Thy smoothing titles to a ragged name��
Thy sugared tongue to bitter wormwood taste��
Thy violent vanities can never last��
How comes it then�察�vile Opportunity��
Being so bad�察�such numbers seek for thee��
'When wilt thou be the humble suppliant's friend��
And bring him where his suit may be obtained��
When wilt thou sort an hour great strifes to end��
Or free that soul which wretchedness hath chained��
Give physic to the sick�察�ease to the pained��
The poor�察�lame�察�blind�察�halt�察�creep�察�cry out for thee��
But they ne'er meet with Opportunity。
'The patient dies while the physician sleeps��
The orphan pines while the oppressor feeds��
Justice is feasting while the widow weeps��
Advice is sporting while infection breeds��
Thou grant'st no time for charitable deeds��
Wrath�察�envy�察�treason�察�rape�察�and murder's rages��
Thy heinous hours wait on them as their pages。
'When Truth and Virtue have to do with thee��
A thousand crosses keep them from thy aid��
They buy thy help�察�but Sin ne'er gives a fee��
He gratis comes�察�and thou art well appaid
As well to hear as grant what he hath said。
My Collatine would else have come to me
When Tarquin did�察�but he was stayed by thee。
'Guilty thou art of murder and of theft��
Guilty of perjury and subornation��
Guilty of treason�察�forgery and shift��
Guilty of incest�察�that abomination��
An accessary by thine inclination
To all sins past and all that are to come��
From the creation to the general doom。
'Misshapen Time�察�copesmate of ugly Night��
Swift subtle post�察�carrier of grisly care��
Eater of youth�察�false slave to false delight��
Base watch of woes�察�sin's pack´horse�察�virtue's snare��
Thou nursest all and murd'rest all that are。
O�察�hear me then�察�injurious�察�shifting Time��
Be guilty of my death�察�since of my crime。
'Why hath thy servant Opportunity
Betrayed the hours thou gavest me to repose��
Cancelled my fortunes and enchained me
To endless date of never´ending woes��
Time's office is to fine the hate of foes��
To eat up errors by opinion bred��
Not spend the dowry of a lawful bed。
'Time's glory is to calm contending kings��
To unmask falsehood and bring truth to light��
To stamp the seal of time in aged things��
To wake the morn and sentinel the night��
To wrong the wronger till he render right��
To ruinate proud buildings with thy hours
And smear with dust their glitt'ring golden towers��
'To fill with worm´holes stately monuments��
To feed oblivion with decay of things��
To blot old books and alter their contents��
To pluck the quills from ancient ravens' wings��
To dry the old oak's sap and cherish springs��
To spoil antiquities of hammered steel
And turn the giddy round of Fortune's wheel��
'To show the beldam daughters of her daughter��
To make the child a man�察�the man a child��
To slay the tiger that doth live by slaughter��
To tame the unicorn and lion wild��
To mock the subtle in themselves beguiled��
To cheer the ploughman with increased crops��
And waste huge stones with little water´drops。
'Why work'st thou mischief in thy pilgrimage��
Unless thou couldst return to make amends��
One poor retiring minute in an age
Would purchase thee a thousand thousand friends��
Lending him wit that to bad debtors lends。
O�察�this dread night�察�wouldst thou one hour come back��
I could prevent this storm and shun thy wrack��
'Thou ceaseless lackey to eternity��
With some mischance cross Tarquin in his flight��
Devise extremes beyond extremity��
To make him curse this cursed crimeful night��
Let ghastly shadows his lewd eyes affright��
And the dire thought of his committed evil
Shape every bush a hideous shapeless devil。
'Disturb his hours of rest with restless trances��
Afflict him in his bed with bedrid groans��
Let there bechance him pitiful mischances��
To make him moan�察�but pity not his moans。
Stone him with hard'ned hearts�察�harder than stones��
And let mild�察�women to him lose their mildness��
Wilder to him than tigers in their wildness。
'Let him have time to tear his curled hair��
Let him have time against himself to rave��
Let him have time of time's help to despair��
Let him have time to live a loathed slave��
Let him have time a beggar's orts to crave��
And time to see one that by alms doth live
Disdain to him disdained scraps to give。
'Let him have time to see his friends his foes��
And merry fools to mock at him resort��
Let him have time to mark how slow time goes
In time of sorrow�察�and how swift and short
His time of folly and his time of sport��
And ever let his unrecalling crime
Have time to wail th' abusing of his time。
'O Time�察�thou tutor both to good and bad��
Teach me to curse him that thou taught'st this ill��
At his own shadow let the thief run mad��
Himself himself seek every hour to kill��
Such wretched hands such ´wretched blood should spill��
For who so base would such an office have
As sland'rous deathsman to so base a slave��
'The baser is he�察�coming from a king��
To shame his hope with deeds degenerate。
The mightier man�察�the mightier is the thing
That makes him honoured or begets him hate��
For greatest scandal waits on greatest state。
The moon being clouded presently is missed��
But little stars may hide them when they list。
'The crow may bathe his coal´black wings in mire
And unperceived fly with the filth away��
But if the like the snow´white swan desire��
The stain upon his silver down will stay。
Poor grooms are sightless night�察�kings glorious day。
Gnats are unnoted wheresoe'er they fly��
But eagles gazed upon with every eye。
'Out�察�idle words�察�servants to shallow fools��
Unprofitable sounds�察�weak arbitrators��
Busy yourselves in skill´contending schools��
Debate where leisure serves with dull debaters��
To trembling clients be you mediators。
For me�察�I force not argument a straw��
Since that my case is past the help of law。
'In vain I rail at Opportunity��
At Time�察�at Tarquin�察�and uncheerful Night��
In vain I cavil with mine infamy��
In vain I spurn at my confirmed despite��
This helpless smoke of words doth me no right。
The remedy indeed to do me good
Is to let forth my foul´defiled blood。
'Poor hand�察�why quiver'st thou at this decree��
Honour thyself to rid me of this shame��
For if I die�察�my honour lives in thee��
But if I live�察�thou livest in my defame。
Since thou couldst not defend thy loyal dame
And wast afeard to scratch her wicked foe��
Kill both thyself and her for yielding so。'
This said�察�from her betumbled couch she starteth��
To find some desp'rate instrument of death。
But this no slaughterhouse no tool imparteth
To make more vent for passage of her breath��
Which�察�thronging through her lips�察�so vanisheth
As smoke from Etna that in air consumes��
Or that which from discharged cannon fumes。
'In vain��' quoth she�察�'I live�察�and seek in vain
Some happy mean to end a hapless life。
I feared by Tarquin's falchion to be slain��
Yet for the selfsame purpose seek a knife��
But when I feared I was a loyal wife��
So am I now´O no�察�that cannot be��
Of that true type hath Tarquin rifled me。
'O�察�that is gone for which I sought to live��
And therefore now I need not fear to die。
To clear this spot by death�察�at least I give
A badge of fame to slander's livery��
A dying life to living infamy。
Poor helpless help�察�the treasure stol'n away��
To burn the guiltless casket where it lay��
'Well�察�well�察�dear Collatine�察�thou shalt not know
The stained taste of violated troth��
I will not wrong thy true affection so��
To flatter thee with an infringed oath��
This bastard graff shall never come to growth��
He shall not boast who did thy stock pollute
That thou art doting father of his fruit。
'Nor shall he smile at thee in secret thought��
Nor laugh with his companions at thy state��
But thou shalt know thy int'rest was not bought
Basely with gold�察�but stol'n from forth thy gate。
For me�察�I am the mistress of my fate��
And with my trespass never will dispense��
Till life to death acquit my forced offence。
'I will not poison thee with my attaint��
Nor fold my fault in cleanly´coined excuses��
My sable ground of sin I will not paint
To hide the truth of this false night's abuses。
My tongue shall utter all�察�mine eyes�察�like sluices��
As from a mountain´spring that feeds a dale��
Shall gush pure streams to purge my impure tale。'
By this�察�lamenting Philomel had ended
The well´tuned warble of her nightly sorrow��
And solemn night with slow sad gait d
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