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- # II. 355—378
## Overview
This section, titled "II. 355—378," comprises lines 355-378 of the poem *Venus and Adonis*. It was extracted on January 30, 2026, from a larger text file.
## Context
This section is part of the chapter [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). It follows the section [II. 331—354](arke:01KG6S5JA2Y4T9QADNJ5DR18EJ) and precedes the section [II. 379—402](arke:01KG6S5J9YN5MA3Z8YG69GTP34).
## Contents
The section contains 24 lines of poetry, beginning with Adonis's plea to Venus to "let go, and let me go," expressing his distress over his horse's departure. Venus responds by likening his horse's behavior to the irresistible nature of desire, suggesting that "affection is a coale that must be coold." The poem continues with a vivid description of the horse breaking free from its restraint upon seeing its "true-loue," drawing a parallel to human desire. The section concludes with rhetorical questions about the nature of desire and restraint.
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# VENVS AND ADONIS.
For shame he cries, let go, and let me go,
My dayes delight is past, my horse is gone,
And tis your fault I am bereft him so,
I pray you hence, and leave me here alone,
For all my mind, my thought, my busie care,
Is how to get my palfrey from the mare.
Thus she replies, thy palfrey as he should,
VVelcomes the warme approch of sweet desire,
Affectation is a coale that must be coold,
Else sufferd it will set the heart on fire,
The sea hath bounds, but deepe desire hath none,
Therefore no maruell though thy horse be gone.
How like a iade he stood tied to the tree,
Seruilly maisterd with a leatherne raine,
But when he saw his loue, his youths faire fee,
He held such pettie bondage in disdaine:
Throwing the base thong from his bending crest,
Enfranchising his mouth, his backe, his brest.
VVho sees his true-loue in her naked bed,
Teaching the sheets a whiter hew then white,
But when his glutton eye so full hath fed,
His other agents ayme at like delight?
VVho is so faint that dares not be so bold,
To touch the fier the weather being cold?
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