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- # VENYS AND ADONIS.
He looks upon his love, and neighes unto her,
She answers him, as if she knew his mind,
Being proud as females are, to see him woo her;
She puts on outward strangeness, seemes unkind;
Spurnes at his love, and scorns the heat he feels,
Beating his kind imbracements with her heels.
Then like a melancholy malcontent,
He vails his tails that like a falling plume,
Coole shadow to his melting buttocks lent,
He stamps, and bites the poor flies in his fume:
His love perceiving how he was inrag’d,
Grew kinder, and his furie was affwag’d.
His testie maister goeth about to take him,
V Vhen lo the unbackt breeder full of seare,
lealous of catching, swiftly doth forfake him,
V Vith her the Horse, and left Adonis there:
As they were mad unto the wood they hie them,
Out stripping crowes, that strive to overfly them.
All swolne with chafing, downe Adonis sits,
Banning his boystrous, and unruly beast;
And now the happie season once more fits
That louefscke loue, by pleading may be bleft:
For louees say, the heart hath treble wrong,
V Vhen it is bard the aydance of the tongue.
An
II. 307—330
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