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This is a section of text extracted from a larger document, specifically lines 379 to 402. It is of the type "section" and was extracted on January 30, 2026. The text comprises a portion of the poem *Venus and Adonis*.
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This section is part of the chapter "[VENVS AND ADONIS.](arke:01KG6S4EKY2NN9C1PGK59TDRWY)" which is contained within a larger [poetry_collection](arke:01KG6S3KNZT62WVVW4VT384KPF) (not provided). The source file for this section is "[pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA)," a text file derived from a PDF. The extraction and structuring of this content were performed as part of the "[PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y)" collection. This section is preceded by section "[II. 355—378](arke:01KG6S5J9YCEY729963SMBJFMZ)" and followed by section "[ll. 403—426](arke:01KG6S5JA2E9PJ9CBBV6HWPZ7Y)".
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The section contains lines 379-402 of *Venus and Adonis*, including dialogue between Venus and Adonis. Adonis expresses his lack of interest in love, comparing it to chasing a boar. Venus attempts to persuade him, using metaphors of agriculture and physical touch to convey the pleasures and importance of love. The text includes a reference to "[Page 107](arke:01KG6QCCY3SK6H1EZNWBW77SAV)" of the original document.
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# VENVS AND ADONIS.
Let me excuse thy courier gentle boy,
And learn of him I heartily beseech thee,
To take advantage on presented joy,
Though I were dube, yet his proceedings teach thee
O learn to loue, the lesson is but plaine,
And once made perfect, neuer loft againe.
I know not loue (quoth he) nor will not know it,
Vnleffe it be a Boare, and then I chase it,
Tis much to borrow, and I will not owe it,
My loue to loue, is loue, but to disgrace it,
For I haue heard, it is a life in death,
That laughs and weeps, and all but with a breath.
V Who wears a garment shapeless and unlimited?
V Who plucks the bud before one lease put forth?
If springing things be anie iot diminish,
They wither in their prime, proue nothing worth,
The colt that’s backt and burthend being yong,
Lofeth his pride, and neuer waxeth strong.
You hurt my hand with wringing, let vs part,
And leave this idle theme, this bootless chat,
Remove your siege from my unyielding hart,
To loues all armes it will not ope the gate,
Disinise your vows, your fained tears, your flattery,
For where a heart is hard they make no battery.
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