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- # VENVS AND ADONIS.
Torches are made to light, jewels to weare,
Dainties to taft, freth beautie for the vṛc,
Herbes for their ṛmell, and ṛappie plants to beare.
Things growing to them ṛelues, are growths abuṛe,
Seeds ṛpring ṛrō ṛeedᵉ, & beauty breedeth beauty,
Thou waṛt begot, to get it is thy duty.
Vpon the earths increase why ṛhouldṛt thou ṛeed,
Vnleṛse the earth with thy increase be ṛed?
By law of nature thou art bound to breed,
That thine may liue, when thou thy ṛelfe art dead:
And ṛo in ṛpite of death thou doeṛt ṛuruiue,
In that thy likeneṛse ṛill is left aliue.
By this the loue-ṛcke Queene began to ṛweate,
For where they lay the ṛhadow had forṛooke them,
And Titan tired in the midday heate,
V Vith burning eye did hotly ouer-looke them,
V Vithing Adonis had his teame to guide,
So he were like him, and by Venus ṛide.
And now Adonis with a lazie ṛprite,
And with a heauie, darke, diṛliking eye,
His lowring brows ore-whelming his ṛaire ṛight,
Like miṛtie vapors when they blot the skie,
So wring his cheekes, cries, ṛie, no more of loue,
The ṛunne doth burne my face I muṛt remoue.
Ay, me,
II. 163—186
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