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- # 11. 19—42
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This is a section of text, likely a poem, extracted from a larger file. It is labeled "11. 19—42" and was extracted on January 30, 2026. The text spans lines 1455 to 1489 of the source file. The section is part of a larger chapter titled "VENVS AND ADONIS."
## Context - Background and provenance from related entities
This section is part of the chapter [VENVS AND ADONIS.](arke:01KG6S4EKY2NN9C1PGK59TDRWY), which is contained within the [PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y) collection. The text was extracted from the file [pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA). This section follows [II. 1—18](arke:01KG6S5Q12Y7TAB39TTR2NS3CD) and precedes [II. 43—66](arke:01KG6S5HRDVCW5V8GMMQVAXZ66) within the chapter.
## Contents - What it contains, key subjects and details
The section contains verses from the poem "VENVS AND ADONIS." The text describes a scene of Venus and Adonis, focusing on their interaction with each other. The verses depict physical intimacy, including kisses, and the emotional states of the characters, such as shame, desire, and resistance. The section includes the line "If thou wilt chide, thy lips shall neuer open."
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# VENVS AND ADONIS.
So foone was the along, as he was downe,
Each leaning on their elbowes and their hips:
Now doth the stroke his cheek, now doth he frown,
And gins to chide, but foone the stops his lips,
And kiffing speaks, with lufful language broken,
If thou wilt chide, thy lips shall neuer open.
He burns with bathfull shame, she with her tears
Doth quench the maiden burning of his cheeks,
Then with her windy sighes, and golden hears,
To fan, and blow them drie againe the seekes.
He faith, she is immodest, blames her missle,
V Vhat followes more, she murtherers with a kiss.
Euen as an emptie Eagle sharpe by fast,
Tires with her beake on feathers, flesh, and bone,
Shaking her wings, deuouring all in haft,
Till either gorge be stult, or pray be gone:
Euen so she kiss his brow, his cheeks, his chin,
And where she ends, she doth anew begin.
Forst to content, but neuer to obey,
Panting he lies, and breatheth in her face.
She feedeth on the steame, as on a pray,
And calls it heavenly moisture, aire of grace,
V Vishing her cheeks were gardens ful of flowers,
So they were dew’d with such distilling showers.
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- 11. 19—42