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- # II. 523—546
## Overview
This section, labeled "II. 523—546," is a segment of a larger text, likely a poem or literary work, focusing on verses 523 through 546. It is part of the chapter titled "VENVS AND ADONIS."
## Context
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## Contents
The text within this section contains poetic verses that appear to continue the narrative of "VENVS AND ADONIS." The verses describe an intimate encounter between Venus and Adonis, detailing their physical embrace and the emotional intensity of their interaction. The language used is archaic, consistent with early modern English poetry, and employs vivid imagery to portray the characters' actions and feelings.
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# VENVS AND ADONIS.
Now quickie desire hath caught the yeelding pray,
And gluttonlike she feeds, yet neuer filletth,
Her lips are conquerers, his lips obay,
Paying what ranfonie the insulter willeth:
VVhose vultur thought doth pitch the price fo hie,
That she will draw his lips rich treasure drie.
And hauing felt the sweetnesse of the spoile,
VVith blind fold furie she begins to forrage,
Her face doth reeke, & smoke, her blood doth boile,
And carelesse lust fairs vp a desperat courage,
Planting obliuion, beating reason backe,
Forgetting shames pure blush, & honors wracke.
Hot, faint, and wearie, with her hard imbracing,
Like a wild bird being tam'd with too much hädling,
Or as the fleet-foot Roe that's tyr'd with chasing,
Or like the froward infant stild with dandling:
He now obayes, and now no more resisteth,
VVhile she takes all she can, not all she listeth.
VVhat waxe so frozen but dissolues with tempring,
And yeelds at last to euerie light impression?
Things out of hope, are compast oft with ventring,
Chiefly in loue, whose leaue exceeds commission:
Affection faints not like a pale-fac'd coward,
But the woes best, who most his choice is froward.
VVhen
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- II. 523—546