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- # VENYS AND ADONIS.
She looks upon his lips, and they are pale,
She takes him by the hand, and that is cold,
She whispers in his eares a heauie tale,
As if they heard the wofull words she told:
She lifts the coffer-lids that clofe his eyes,
V Vhere lo, two lamps burnt out in darkneffe lies.
Two glasses where her felfee, her felfee beheld
A thousand times, and now no more reflect,
Their vertue loft, wherein they late exceld,
And euerie beautie robd of his effect;
V Vonder of time (quoth she) this is my spight,
That thou being dead, the day shuld yet be light.
Since thou art dead, lo here I propheceie,
Sorrow on loue hereafter shall attend:
It shall be wayted on with iealousie,
Find sweet beginning, but vafauorie end.
Nere fetled equally, but high or lo,
That all loues pleasure shall not match his wo.
It shall be fickle, falfe, and full of fraud,
Bud, and be blafted, in a breathing while,
The bottome poyfon, and the top ore-strawd
V Vith sweets, that shall the truoft fight beguile,
The strongeft bodie shall it make moft weake,
Strike the wife dube, & teach the foole to fpeake.
ll. 1123—1146
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