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- # VENVS AND ADONIS.
Oh what a war of lookes was then betweene them,
Her eyes petitioners to his eyes fuing,
His eyes faw her eyes, as they had not feene them,
Her eyes wooed ftill, his eyes difdaind the wooing:
And all this dumbe play had his acts made plain,
VVith tears which Chorus-like her eyes did rain.
Full gently now fhe takes him by the hand,
A lillie prifond in a gaile of fnow,
Or Iuorie in an allablafter band,
So white a friend, ingirts fo white a fo:
This beautious combat wilfull, and vnwilling,
Showed like two filuer doues that fit a billing.
Once more the engin of her thoughts began,
O faii eft mouer on this mortall round,
VVould thou wert as I am, and I a man,
My heart all whole as thine, thy heart my wound,
For one fweet looke thy helpe I would affure thee,
Thogh nothing but my bodies banewold cure thee
Giue me my hand (faith he,) why doft thou feele it?
Giue me my heart (faith fhe,) and thou fhalt haue it.
O giue it me left thy hard heart do fteele it,
And being fteeld, foft fighes can neuer graue it.
Then loues deepe grones, I neuer fhall regard,
Becaufe Adonis heart hath made mine hard.
For
II. 355—378
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