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- # VENVS AND ADONIS.
Fie, liueleffe picture, cold, and fenceleffe stone,
VVell painted idoll, image dull, and dead,
Statue contenting but the eye alone,
Thing like a man, but of no woman bred:
Thou art no man, though of a mans complexion,
For men will kiffe euen by their owne direction.
This said, impatience chokes her pleading tongue,
And swelling passion doth provoke a pause,
Red cheeks, and fierie eyes blaze forth her wrong:
Being Judge in love, she cannot right her cause.
And now she weeps, & now she faine would speak
And now her fobs do her intendments break.
Sometime she shakes her head, and then his hand,
Now gazeth she on him, now on the ground;
Sometime her armes infold him like a band,
She would, he will not in her armes be bound:
And when from thence he struggles to be gone,
She locks her little fingers one in one.
Fondling, she faith, since I have hemd thee here
VVithin the circuit of this inorie pale,
Ile be a parke, and thou shalt be my dearer
Feed where thou wilt, on mountaine, or in dale;
Graze on my lips, and if those hills be drie,
Stray lower, where the pleasant fountaines lie.
VVithin
II. 211—234
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