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- # VENVS AND ADONIS.
VVhere did I leaue? no matter where (quoth he)
Leaue me, and then the ftorie aptly ends,
The night is fpent; why what of that (quoth she?)
I am (quoth he) expected of my friends,
And now tis darke, and going I shall fall.
In night (quoth she) defire fees beft of all.
But if thou fall, oh then imagine this,
The earth in loue with thee, thy footing trips,
And all is but to rob thee of a kis,
Rich prayes make true-men theeues: fo do thy lips
Make modest Dyan, cloudie and forlorne,
Left she should fteale a kiffe and die forfworne.
Now of this darke night I perceiue the reaon,
Cinthia for shame, obscures her filuer shine,
Till forging nature be condemn’d of treaon,
For stealing moulds from heauen, that were diuine,
V Vherin she fram’d thee, in hie heauens defpight,
To shame the funne by day, and her by night.
And therefore hath she brib’d the deftinies,
To croffe the curious workmanship of nature,
To mingle beautie with infirmities,
And pure perfection with impure defeature,
Making it subiect to the tyrannie,
Of mad mischances, and much miferie.
II. 715—738
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