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- # VENVS AND ADONIS.
For shame he cries, let go, and let me go,
My dayes delight is past, my horse is gone,
And tis your fault I am bereft him so,
I pray you hence, and leave me here alone,
For all my mind, my thought, my busie care,
Is how to get my palfrey from the mare.
Thus she replies, thy palfrey as he should,
VVelcomes the warme approch of sweet desire,
Affectation is a coale that must be coold,
Else sufferd it will set the heart on fire,
The sea hath bounds, but deepe desire hath none,
Therefore no maruell though thy horse be gone.
How like a iade he stood tied to the tree,
Seruilly maisterd with a leatherne raine,
But when he saw his loue, his youths faire fee,
He held such pettie bondage in disdaine:
Throwing the base thong from his bending crest,
Enfranchising his mouth, his backe, his brest.
VVho sees his true-loue in her naked bed,
Teaching the sheets a whiter hew then white,
But when his glutton eye so full hath fed,
His other agents ayme at like delight?
VVho is so faint that dares not be so bold,
To touch the fier the weather being cold?
D
II. 379—402
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