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- # VENYS AND ADONIS.
Hard fauourd tyrant, ougly, meagre, leane,
Flatefull diuorce of loue, (thus chides the death)
Grim-grinning ghost, earths-worme what dost thou
To stifle beautie, and to steale his breath? (meane?
VVho when he liu'd, his breath and beautie set
Gloffe on the rose, smell to the violet.
If he be dead, ô no, it cannot be,
Seeing his beautie, thou shouldst strike at it,
Oh yes, it may, thou hast no eyes to see,
But hatefully at randon doest thou hit,
Thy marke is feeble age, but thy false dart,
Mistakes that aime, and cleaues an infants hart.
Hadst thou but bid beware, then he had spoke,
And hearing him, thy power had lost his power,
The destinies will curse thee for this stroke,
They bid thee crop a weed, thou pluckst a flower,
Loues golden arrow at him should haue fled,
And not deaths ebon dart to strike him dead.
Dost thou drink tears, that thou prouok'st such wee-
VVhat may a heauie grone aduantage thee? (ping,
VVhy hast thou cast into eternall sleeping,
Those eyes that taught all other eyes to see?
Now nature cares not for thy mortall vigour,
Since her best worke is ruin'd with thy rigour.
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II. 931—954
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