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VENUS AND ADONIS.

Torches are made to light, jewels to wear,
Dainties to taste, fresh beauties for the use,
Herbs for their smell, and sappy plants to bear;
Things growing to themselves are growth's abuse :
Seeds spring from seeds, and beauty breedeth beauty;
Thou wert begot, to get it is thy duty.

Upon the earth's increase why shouldst thou feed,
Unless the earth with thy increase be fed ? :
By law of nature thou art bound to breed,
That thine may live, when thou thyself art dead :

And so, in spite of death, thou dost survive,
In that thy likeness still is left alive.

By this the love-sick queen began to sweat,
For, where they lay, the shadow had forsook them;
And Titan, tired in the mid-day heat,
With burning eye did hotly overlook them :

Wishing Adonis had his team to glide, .
So he were like him, and by Venus' side.

And now ADONIS, with a lazy spright,
And with a heavy, dark, disliking eye,
His low'ring brows o'erwhelming his fair sight,
Like misty vapours, when they blot the sky,

Souring his cheeks, cries, Fie, no more of love,
The sun doth burn my face, I must remove.

VENUS AND ADONIS.

Ah me! (quoth Venus) young, and so unkind :
What bare excuses mak’st thou to be gone?
I'll sigh celestial breath, whose gentle wind
Shall cool the heat of this descending sun.

I'll make a shadow for thee of my hairs,
If they burn too, I'll quench them with my tears.

The sun that shines from heaven shines but warm,
And, lo, I lie between the sun and thee!
The heat I have from thence doth little harm,
Thine eye darts forth the fire that burneth me,

And, were I not immortal, life were done,
Between this heav'nly and this earthly sun.

Art thou obdurate, finty, hard as steel?
Nay inore than flint, for stone at rain relenteth :
Art thou a woman's son, and canst not feel
What 'tis to love, bow want of love tormenteth?

Oh! had thy mother born so bad a mind,
She had not brought forth thee, but died unkind.

What am I, that thou shouldst contemn me this?
Or what great danger dwells upon my suit?
What were thy lips the worse for one poor kiss ?
Speak, fair : but speak fair words, or else be mute.
Give me one kiss, I'll give it thee again,
And one for intrest, if thou wilt have twain.

VENUS AND ADONIS.

Fie, lifeless picture, cold and senseless stone,
Well-painted idol, image dull and dead;
Statue contenting but the eye alone,
Thing like a man, but of no woman bred :

Thou art no man, tho’ of a man's complexion ;
For men will kiss even by their own direction.

This said, impatience choaks ber pleading tongue,
And swelling passion doth provoke a pause ;
Red cheeks and fiery eyes blaze forth her wrong,
Being judge in love, she cannot right her cause;
And now she weeps, and now she fain would speak,
And now her sobs do her intendments break.

Sometimes she shakes her head, and then his hand;
Now gazeth she on him, now on the ground;
Sometimes her arms infold him like a band;
She would, he will not in her arms be bound :

And when from thence he struggles to be gone,
She locks her lily fingers one in one.

Fondling, saith she, since I have hemni'd thee here,
Within the circuit of this ivory pale,
I'll be the park, and thou shalt be my deer,
Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale.

Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry,
Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.

VENUS AND ADONIS.

Within this limit is relief enough,
Sweet bottom grass, and high delightful plain,
Round rising hillocks, brakes obscure and rough,
To shelter thee from tempest and from rain.

Then be my deer, since I am such a park, • No dog shall rouse thee, tho' a thousand bark.

At this Adonis smiles, as in disdain,
That in each cheek appears a pretty dimple :
Love made those hollows, if bimself were slain,
He might be buried in a tomb so simple :

Foreknowing well, if there he came to lie,
Why there love liv'd, and there he could not die.

These loving caves, these round enchanted pits,
Open'd their mouths to swallow Venus' liking :
Being mad before, how doth she now for wits?
Struck dead at first, what needs a second striking ?

Poor queen of love, in thine own law, forlorn,
To love a cheek that smiles at thee with scorn.

Now which way shall she turn? What shall she say?
Her words are done, her woes the more increasing :,
The time is spent, her object will away,
And from her twining arms doth urge releasing.

Pity she cries, some favour, some remorse!
Away he springs, and hasteth to his horse.

VENUS AND ADONIS.

But lol from forth a copse that neighbours by,
A breeding jennet, lusty, young and proud,
Adonis' trampling courser doth espy,
And forth she rushes, snorts, and neighs aloud :

The strong-neck'd steed, being ty'd unto a tree,
Breaketh his rein, and to her straight goes he.

Imperiously he leaps, he neighs, he bounds,
And now his woven girts he breaks asunder;
The bearing earth with his hard hoof he wounds,
Whose hollow womb resounds like heaven's thunder:

The iron bit he crushes 'tween his teeth,
Controlling what he was controlled with.

His ears up-prick’d, his braided hanging mane
Upon his compass'd crest, now stands an end :
His nostrils drink the air, and forth again,
As from a furnace, vapours doth he lend :

His eye, which glisters scornfully like fire,
Shews his hot courage, and his high desire.

Sometimes he trots, as if he told the steps,
With gentle majesty, and modest pride:
Anon he rears upright, curvets and leaps,
As who would say, Lo! thus my strength is try'd :

And thus I do to captivate the eye
Of the fair breeder that is standing by.

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