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- # II. 91—114
## Overview
This section, titled "II. 91—114," is a textual segment extracted from a larger digital file. It spans lines 1560 to 1594 of its source and contains a portion of the poem "Venus and Adonis."
## Context
This section is part of the chapter titled [VENVS AND ADONIS.](arke:01KG6S4EKY2NN9C1PGK59TDRWY), which is itself 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) on January 30, 2026. It follows the section [II. 67—90](arke:01KG6S5HRDP7255ADJ0RDY18YR) and precedes the section [II. 115—138](arke:01KG6S5HRFB14ZF6AQQZ3PSM51), indicating its sequential position within the poem.
## Contents
The section contains 24 lines of verse from "Venus and Adonis." The text begins with Venus attempting to kiss Adonis, urging him to overcome his shyness. She describes her own beauty and contrasts it with the potential for beauty to be wasted if not embraced in its prime, using the metaphor of ungathered flowers. The verses emphasize themes of love, beauty, and the fleeting nature of time, as Venus tries to persuade Adonis to reciprocate her affections.
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# VENVS AND ADONIS.
Touch but my lips with those faire lips of thine,
Though mine be not so faire, yet are they red,
The kisse shall be thine owne as well as mine,
V Vhat seeft thou in the ground? hold vp thy head,
Looke in mine ey-bals, there thy beautie lyes,
Then why not lips on lips, since eyes in eyes?
Art thou a sham'd to kisse? then winke againe,
And I will winke, so shall the day seeme night.
Loue keepes his reuels where there are but twaine:
Be bold to play, our sport is not in sight,
These blew-veind violets whereon we leane,
Neuer can blab, nor know not what we meane.
The tender spring vpon thy tempting lip,
Shewes thee vnripe; yet maist thou well be tasted,
Make vse of time, let not aduantage flip,
Beautie within it selse should not be wasted,
Faire flowers that are not gathered in their prime,
R ot, and consume them selues in litle time.
V Vere l hard-fanourd, foule, or wrinckled old,
Il-nurtur'd, crooked, churlish, harsh in voice,
Ore-worne, despised, reumatique, and cold,
Thick-sighted, barren, leane, and lacking iuyce;
The mightst thou pause, for the I were not for thee,
But hauing no defects, why doest abhor me?
Thou
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