F Air was the morne, when the faire Queene of love,

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# F Air was the morne, when the faire Queene of love, ## Overview This chapter, titled "F Air was the morne, when the faire Queene of love," is a textual component extracted from a larger digital file. It spans lines 8205 to 8226 of its source and includes poetic text along with embedded image references. ## Context This chapter is part of the [Venus and Adonis, Lucrece, Sonnets, and Pericles (Facsimile Editions)](arke:01KG6S3KNZT62WVVW4VT384KPF) poetry collection, which compiles facsimile editions of William Shakespeare's works. It was extracted from the text file [pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA) as part of the "PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53" [collection](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y). It follows the chapter "[If Muscke and sweet Poetrie agree,](arke:01KG6S4FQAJGXYQF0QRMRJXS8C)" and precedes the chapter "[- West Rose, faire flower, untimely pluckt, foon vaded,](arke:01KG6S4FQD41VVG8PMFC6EAJPX)". ## Contents The chapter contains a poem that begins with the line "F Air was the morne, when the faire Queene of love," and describes a scene involving the "Queene of love" (Venus) and Adonis. The text recounts Venus's sorrow for Adonis and her attempt to warn him against passing certain grounds, referencing a past injury she sustained. The narrative concludes with Adonis blushing and fleeing, leaving Venus alone. The chapter also includes references to two embedded images.

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F Air was the morne, when the faire Queene of love,

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F Air was the morne, when the faire Queene of love, Paler for sorrow then her milke white Doue, For Adons sake, a youngster proud and wilde, Her stand she takes upon a steepe up hill. Anon Adonis comes with home and hounds, Shefilly Queene, with more than loues good will, Forbad she boy he should not paflle those grounds, Once (quoth she) did I see a faire sweet youth Here in these brakes, deepe wounded with a Boate, Deepe in the thigh a spectacle of rush, See in my thigh (quoth she) here was the sore, She shewed hers, he saw more wounds than one, And bluthing fled, and left her all alone. 8 3 <!-- [Page 369](arke:01KG6QFYKCK7A1F2FJEXWQKPZP) -->  <!-- [Page 370](arke:01KG6QFYHG55V015SB56PE6G19) --> 

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F Air was the morne, when the faire Queene of love,