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- # VENVS AND ADONIS.
O thou didst kill me, kill me once againe,
Thy eyes throwd tutor, that hard heart of thine,
Hath taught them scornfull tricks, & such disdaine,
That they haue murdered this poor heart of mine,
And these mine eyes true leaders to their queene,
But for thy piteous lips no more had seen.
Long may they kiss eech other for this cure,
Oh nouer let their crimson liueries weare,
And as they last, their verdour still endure,
To drive infection from the dangerous yeare:
That the star-gazers hauling war on death;
May say, the plague is banisht by thy breath.
Pure lips, sweet scales in my soft lips imprinted,
VV hat bargains may I make still to be sealing?
To sell my selfe I can be well contented,
So thou wilt buy, and pay, and use good dealing,
VV hich purchase if thou make, for seare of slips,
Set thy scale manuell, on my wax-red lips.
A thousand kisses buy my heart from me,
And pay them at thy leisure, one by one,
VV has is ten hundred touches unto thee,
Are they not quickly told, and quickly gone?
Say for non-paimer, that the debt should double,
Is twentie hundred kisses such a trouble?
Faire
II. 499—522
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