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- # VENVS AND ADONIS.
For now she knows it is no gentle chase,
But the blunt boare, rough beare, or lyon proud,
Because the crie remaineth in one place,
V V here searefully the dogs exclaim aloud,
Finding their enemie to be so curst,
They all straine curtsie who shall cope him first.
This dismall crie rings sadly in her eare,
Through which it enters to surprise her hart,
V V ho ouercome by doubt, and bloodless seare,
V V ith cold-pale weakenesse, nums ech seeling part,
Like soldiers when their captain once doth yeeld,
They basely flie, and dare not stay the field.
Thus stands she in a trembling extasie,
Till cheering vp her senses all dismayd,
She tels them tis a caullesse fantasie,
And childith error that they are affrayd,
Bids the leaue quaking, bids them seare no more,
And with that word, she spide the hunted boare.
V V hose frothie mouth bepainted all with red,
Like milke, & blood, being mingled both togither,
A second seare through all her sinewes spred,
V V hich madly hurries her, she knows not whither,
This way she runs, and now she will no further,
But backe retires, to rate the boare for mutther.
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