Their silent war of lilies and of roses, (72)
Which Tarquin view'd in her fair face's field, (73)
In their pure ranks his traitor eye encloses; (74)
Where, lest between them both it should be kill'd, (75)
The coward captive vanquished doth yield
To those two armies that would let him go, (77)
Rather than triumph in so false a foe.