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- # VENYS AND ADONIS.
Tis not my fault, the Bore prouok't my tong,
Be wreak't on him (invisible commaunder)
T'is he foule creature, that hath done thee wrong,
I did but ačt, he's author of thy flaunder.
Greefe hath two tongues, and neuer woman yet,
Could rule them both, without ten womens wit.
Thus hoping that Adonis is aliue,
Her, rash suspect she doth extenuate;
And that his beautie may the better thriue,
V Vith death she humbly doth insinuate.
Tels him of trophies, statues, tombes, and stories,
His victories, his triumphs, and his glories.
O loue quoth she, how much a foole was I,
To be of such a weake and fillie mind,
To waile his death who liues, and must not die,
Till mutual our throw of mortall kind?
For he being dead, with him is beautie flaine,
And beautie dead, blacke Chaos comes againe.
Fy, fy, fond loue, thou art as full offeare,
As one with treasure laden, hem'd with theeues,
Trifles vnwitnessed with eye, or eare,
Thy coward heart with false, bethinking grecues.
Euen at this word she heares a merry borne,
V Vhercat she leaps, that was but late forlorne.
G 2
II. 1003—1026
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