Lucretia

Lucretia, Lucretia,

Do please calm down.

I know he was cruel, 

But really don't frown:

It won’t suit your hair,

Your dress, or crown.

Lucretia, Lucretia, 

You must still have grace,

Stop with the tears. And

Besides, saints still deem you chaste. 

Now, go clean yourself up -

Do try to save face.