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- # VENVS AND ADONIS.
An Ouen that is ~~fl~~opt, or riuer ftsyyd,
Burneth more hotly, fwelleth with more rage:
So of concealed forow may be fayd,
Free vent of words loues fier doth affwage,
But when the hearts attorney once is mute,
The client breakes, as defferat in his fure.
He fees her comming, and begins to glow:
Euen as a dying coale reuiues with winde,
And with his bonnet hides his angrie brow,
Lookes on the dull earth with difturbed minde:
Taking no notice that fhe is fo nye,
For all askance he holds her in his eye.
O what a fight it was wiftly to view,
How fhe came ftealing to the wayward boy,
To note the fighting conflict of her hew,
How white and red, ech other did deftroy:
But now her cheeke was pale, and by and by
It flafht forth fire, as lightning from the skie.
Now was fhe iuft before him as he fat,
And like a lowly louer downe fhe knecles,
V Vith one faire hand fhe heaueth vp his hat,
Her other tender hand his faire cheeke feeles:
His tendrer cheeke, receiues her foft hands print,
As apr, as new falne fnow takes any dint.
II. 331—354
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