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- # VENYS AND ADONIS.
Once more the rubi-colourd portall opend,
V V hich to his speech did honie paffage yeeld,
Like a red morne that euer yet betokend,
V V racke to the fca-man, tempest to the field:
Sorrow to shepherds, wo vnto the birds,
Guts, and foule flawes, to heardmen, & to herds.
This ill prefigue aduitedly the marketh,
Euen as the wind is hufht before it raineth:
Or as the wolfe doth grin before he barketh:
Or as the berrie breakes before it ftaineth:
Or like the deadly bullet of a gun:
His meaning ftrucke her ere his words begun.
And at his looke the flatly falleth downe,
For lookes kill loue, and loue by lookes reuiueth,
A fmile recutes the wounding of a frowne,
But bleffed bankrout that by loue fo thriueth.
The fillie boy befeuing the is dead,
Claps her pale cheeke, till clapping makes it red.
And all amaz'd, brake off his late intent,
For fharply he did thinke to reprehend her,
V V hich cunning loue did wittily preuent,
Faire-fall the wit that can fo well defend her:
For on the graffe the lyes as the were flaine,
Till his breath breatheth life in her againe.
He
II. 451—474
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