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- # VENVS AND ADONIS.
So foone was the along, as he was downe,
Each leaning on their elbowes and their hips:
Now doth the stroke his cheek, now doth he frown,
And gins to chide, but foone the stops his lips,
And kiffing speaks, with lufful language broken,
If thou wilt chide, thy lips shall neuer open.
He burns with bathfull shame, she with her tears
Doth quench the maiden burning of his cheeks,
Then with her windy sighes, and golden hears,
To fan, and blow them drie againe the seekes.
He faith, she is immodest, blames her missle,
V Vhat followes more, she murtherers with a kiss.
Euen as an emptie Eagle sharpe by fast,
Tires with her beake on feathers, flesh, and bone,
Shaking her wings, deuouring all in haft,
Till either gorge be stult, or pray be gone:
Euen so she kiss his brow, his cheeks, his chin,
And where she ends, she doth anew begin.
Forst to content, but neuer to obey,
Panting he lies, and breatheth in her face.
She feedeth on the steame, as on a pray,
And calls it heavenly moisture, aire of grace,
V Vishing her cheeks were gardens ful of flowers,
So they were dew’d with such distilling showers.
B ij
II. 43—66
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