For he the night before, in Tarquin's tent, (16)
Unlock'd the treasure of his happy state; (17)
What priceless wealth the heavens had him lent (18)
In the possess on of his beauteous mate; (19)
Reckoning his fortune at such high-proud rate,
That kings might be espoused to more fame, (21)
But king nor peer to such a peerless dame.