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- # VENVS AND ADONIS.
Venus salutes him with this faire good morrow,
Oh thou cleare god, and patron of all light,
From whom ech lamp, and shining star doth borrow,
The beautious influence that makes him bright,
There liues a sonne that suckt an earthly mother,
May lend thee light, as thou doest lend to other.
This fayd, she hasteth to a mirtle groue,
Musing the morning is so much ore-worne,
And yet she hears no tidings of her loue;
She harkens for his hounds, and for his home,
Anon she hears them chaunt it lustily,
And all in hast she coasteth to the cry.
And as she runnes, the bushes in the way,
Some catch her by the necke, some kisse her face,
Some twin’d about her thigh to make her stay,
She wildly breaketh from their strict imbrace,
Like a milch Doe, whose swelling dugs do ake,
Hasting to feed her fawne, hid in some brake,
By this she hears the hounds are at a bay,
VVhereat she starts like one that spies an adder,
VVreath’d vp in fatall folds iust in his way,
The feare whereof doth make him shake, & shudder,
Euen so the timerous yelping of the hounds,
Appals her senses, and her spirit confounds.
F 1ij
11. 859—882
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