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- # VENYS AND ADONIS.
What canst thou talke (quoth she) hast thou a tong?
O would thou hadst not, or I had no hearing,
Thy marmaides voice hath done me double wrong,
I had my lode before, now prest with bearing,
Mellodious discord, heavenly tune harsh sounding,
Eares deep sweet musik, & harts deep sore wording
Had I no eyes but eares, my eares would loue,
That inward beautie and invisible,
Or were I deafe, thy outward parts would mone
Ech part in me, that were but sensible,
Though neither eyes, nor eares, to heare nor see,
Yet should I be in loue, by touching thee.
Say that the sense of feeling were berest me,
And that I could not see; nor heare; nor touch,
And nothing but the veris smell were lest me,
Yet would my loue to thee be still as much,
For fro the stillitorie of thy face excelling, (ling.
Coms breath perfumd, that breedeth loue by smell
But oh what banquet were thou to the taft,
Being nourse, and feeder of the other soure,
Would they not wish the soaft might euer laft,
And bid suspicion double locke the dore;
Lest iealousie that sower vnwalcome guest,
Should by his stealing in disturb the feaft?
D ij
II. 427—450
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