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- # VENVS AND ADONIS.
Looke how a bird lyes tangled in a net,
So faftned in her armes Adonis lyes,
Pure fhame and aw'd refiftance made him fret,
VVhich bred more beautie in his angrie eyes:
Raine added to a riuer that is ranke,
Perforce will force it ouerflow the banke.
Still fhe intreats, and prettily intreats,
For to a prettie eare fhe tunes her tale.
Still is he fullein, still he lowres and frets,
Twixt crinfon fhame, and anger afhie pale,
Being red fhe loues him beft, and being white,
Her beft is betterd with a more delight.
Looke how he can, fhe cannot chufé but loue,
And by her faire immortall hand fhe fweares,
From his foft bofome neuer to remoue,
Till he take truce with her contending teares,
VVhich lög haue raind, making her cheeks al wet,
And one fweet kiffe fhal pay this comptleffe debt.
Vpon this promife did he raife his chin,
Like a diuedapper peering through a waue,
VVho being lookt on, ducks as quickly in:
So offers he to giue what fhe did craue,
But when her lips were readie for his pay,
He winks, and turnes his lips another way.
Neuer
II. 67—90
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