Here feelingly she weeps Troy's painted woes: (1493)
For sorrow, like a heavy-hanging bell, (1494)
Once set on ringing, with his own weight goes; (1495)
Then little strength rings out the doleful knell: (1496)
So Lucrece, set a-work, sad tales doth tell
To pencill'd pensiveness and color'd sorrow: (1498)
She lends them words, and she their looks doth borrow.