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- # VENVS AND ADONIS:
VVhat recketh he his riders angrie ðturre,
His ðlattering holla, or his ðtand, I say,
VVhat cares he now, for curbe, or pricking ðpurre,
For rich caparifons, or trappings gay:
He ðees his loue, and nothing else he ðees,
For nothing else with his proud fight agrees.
Looke when a Painter would ðurpaße the life,
In limming out a well proportioned ðteed,
His Art with Natures workmanship at ðtrife,
As if the dead the liuing ðhould exceed:
So did this Horfe excell a common one,
In ðhape, in courage, colour, pace and bone.
Round hooft, ðhort ioynted, ðetlocks ðhag, and long,
Broad breast, full eye, small head, and noðtrill wide,
High crest, ðhort eares, ðtraight legs, & passing ðtrög,
Thin mane, thicke taile, broad buttock, tender hide:
Looke what a Horfe ðhould haue, he did not lack,
Saue a proud rider on so proud a back.
Sometime he ðcuds farre off, aud there he ðtares,
Anon he ðtarts, at ðturring of a feather:
To bid the wind a base he now prepares,
And where he runne, or ðlie, they know not whether:
For through his mane & taile, the high wind ðings,
Fanning the haires, who waue like feathered wings.
C iiij
II. 283—306
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