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## Contents
This section contains lines 451-474 of *Venus and Adonis*. In this passage, Venus attempts to revive Adonis with kisses after he appears to be injured or dead. She expresses confusion and disorientation, questioning whether she is in earth, heaven, the ocean, or fire, and whether she desires life or death.
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# VENVS AND ADONIS.
He wrings her nose, he strikes her on the cheeks,
He bends her fingers, holds her pulses hard,
He chafes her lips, a thousand wayes he seekes,
To mend the hurt, that his vnkindnesse marid,
He kisses her, and she by her goodwill,
VVill neuer rife, so he will kiss her still.
The night of sorrow now is turnd to day,
Her two blew windowes faintly she vpheaueth,
Like the faire sunne when in his fresh array,
He cheeres the morne, and all the earth releeueth:
And as the bright sunne glorifies the skies:
So is her face illumind with her eye.
VVhose beames vpon his hairelesse face are fixt,
As if from thence they borrowed all their shine,
VVere neuer foure such lamps, together mixt,
Had not his clouded with his brows repine.
But hers, which through the cristal tears gaue light,
Shone like the Moone in water seene by night.
O where am I (quoth she,) in earth or heaven,
Or in the Ocean drencht, or in the fire:
VVhat houre is this, or morne, or wearie euen,
Do I delight to die or life desire?
But now I liu'd, and life was deaths annoy,
But now I dy'de, and death was liuely ioy.
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