This plot of death when sadly she had laid, (1213)
And wiped the brinish pearl from her bright eyes, (1214)
With untuned tongue she hoarsely calls her maid, (1215)
Whose swift obedience to her mistress hies; (1216)
For fleet-wing'd duty with thought's feathers flies.
Poor Lucrece' cheeks unto her maid seem so (1218)
As winter meads when sun doth melt their snow.