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- # VENVS AND ADONIS.
And being opend, threw unwilling light,
Vpon the wide wound, that the boare had trencht
In his soft flanke, whose wonted lillie white
V Vith purple tears that his wound wept, had drecht.
No floure was nigh, no graffe, hearb, leaf, or weed,
But ftole his blood, and feemd with him to bleed.
This solemne sympathie, poore Venus noteth,
Ouer one shoulder doth she hang her head,
Dumblie she passions, frantikely she doteth,
She thinkes he could not die, he is not dead,
Her voice is stopt, her ioynts forget to bow,
Her eyes are mad, that they haue wept till now.
Vpon his hurt she looks so stedfastly,
That her sight dazling, makes the wound seem three,
And then she reprehends her mangling eye,
That makes more gashes, where no breach shuld be:
His face seems twain, ech seuerall lim is doubled,
For oft the eye mistakes, the brain being troubled
My tongue cannot express my griefe for one,
And yet (quoth she) behold two Adons dead,
My sighes are blown away, my salt teares gone,
Mine eyes are turn'd to fire, my heart to lead,
Heauie hearts lead melt at mine eyes red fire,
So shall I die by drops of hot desire.
G iij
II. 1051—1074
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