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- # VENYS AND ADONIS.
As burning feauers, agues pale, and faint,
Life-poyfoning peftilence, and frendzies wood,
The marrow-eating fickneffe whofe attain,
Diforder breeds by heating of the blood,
Surfets, impostumes, griefe, and damnd difpaire,
Sweare natures death, for framing thee fo faire.
And not the least of all thefe maladies,
But in one minutes fight brings beautie vnder,
Both fauour, fauour, hew, and qualities,
VVhereat the th'impartialf gazer late did wonder,
Are on the fudden wafted, thawed, and donne,
As mountain fnow melts with the midday fonne.
Therefore defpight of fruitleffe chafitite,
Loue-lacking vefsals, and felfe-louing Nuns,
That on the earth would breed a fcarcitie,
And barraine dearth of daughters, and of funs;
Be prodigall, the lampe that burnes by night,
Dries vplisoyle, to lend the world his light.
VVhat is thy bodie but a swallowing graue,
Seeming to burie that pofteritie.
VVhich by the rights of time thou needs must haue,
If thou deftroy them not in darke obscuritie?
If fo the world will hold thee in difdaine,
Sith in thy pride, fo faire a hope is flaine.
So
II. 739—762
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