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- # VENVS AND ADONIS.
And yet not cloy thy lips with loth'd facietie,
But rather famish them amid their plentie,
Making them red, and pale, with fresh varietie:
Ten kisses short as one, one long as twentie:
A sommers day will seem an hour but short,
Being wasted in such time-beguiling sport.
V Vith this she ceazeth on his sweating palme,
The president of pith, and livelyhood,
And trembling in her passion, calls it balme,
Earths soueráigne salue, to do a goddessé good,
Being so enrag'd, desire doth lend her force,
Couragiously to plucké him from his horse.
Ouer one arme the lustie courseré raine,
Vnder her other was the tender boy,
V Vho blusht, and powted in a dull disdaine,
V Vith leaden appetite, vnapt to toy,
She red, and hot, as coles of glowing fier,
Hered for shame; but frostie in desier.
The studded bridle on a ragged bough,
Nimbly the fastens, (ó how quické is loue!)
The steed is stalled vp, and euen now,
To tie the rider the begins to proue:
Backward she pusht him, as she would be thrust,
And gouernd him in strength though not in lust.
So
11. 19—42
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