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- # VENYS AND ADONIS.
Alas poore world what treasure hast thou loft,
V Vhat face remains aliue that's worth the viewing?
V Vhose tongue is musick now? what cast thou boast,
Of things long since, or any thing insuing?
The flowers are sweet, their colours fresh, and trim,
But true sweet beautie liud, and di de with him.
Bonnet, nor vaile henceforth no creature weare,
Nor sunne, nor wind will euer striue to kisse you,
Hauing no faire to lose, you need not feare,
The sun doth skorne you, & the wind doth hisse you.
But when Adonis liu'de, sunne, and sharpe aire,
Lurkt like two theenes, to rob him of his faire.
And therefore would he put his bonnet on,
Vnder whose brim the gaudie sunne would peepe,
The wind would blow it off, and being gon,
Play with his locks, then would Adonis weepe.
And straight in pittie of his tender yeares, (teares.
They both would striue who first should drie his
To see his face the Lion walkt along,
Behind some hedge, because he would not fear him:
To recreate himself when he hath song,
The Tygre would be tame, and gently heare him.
If he had spoke, the wolfe would leave his praise,
And neuer fright the sillie lambe that daie.
when
II. 1075—1098
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