FROM the besieged Ardea all in post, (2)
Borne by the trustless wings of false desire, (3)
Lust-breathed Tarquin leaves the Roman host, (4)
And to Collatium bears the lightless fire (5)
Which, in pale embers hid, lurks to aspire
And girdle with embracing flames the waist (7)
Of Collatine's fair love, Lucrece the chaste.