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- # Section 11. 667—690
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This section, labeled "11. 667—690," is a segment of a larger work, extracted from a file named `pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt`. It contains poetic text and is part of the chapter titled "VENVS AND ADONIS." The section spans lines 2391 to 2425 of the source file.
## Context
This section is a component of the chapter "[VENVS AND ADONIS.](arke:01KG6S4EKY2NN9C1PGK59TDRWY)" within a collection titled "[PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y)". It follows the section "[II. 643—666](arke:01KG6S5JX7A2GB7CJKXZ5XCG8K)" and precedes the section "[11. 691—714](arke:01KG6S5JX7XSV6SAW1SMBNZNZH)". The content was extracted from the file `pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt` on January 30, 2026.
## Contents
The text within this section is a poem, likely a continuation of the narrative from the preceding section. It describes a chase, with hounds pursuing a quarry. The lines depict the hounds' confusion when scents mingle, their eventual success in finding the scent, and the quarry's fear and attempts to escape. The poem uses imagery of the hunt, including the sounds of the chase and the quarry's desperate maneuvers. It also includes a brief reflection on misery and the nature of love.
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# VENYS AND ADONIS.
For there his smell with others being mingled,
The hot sent-snuffing hounds are driuen to doubt,
Ceasing their clamorous cry, till they haue singled
WVith much ado the cold fault cleanly out,
Then do they spend their mouth’s,eccho replies,
As if an other chase were in the skies.
By this poore wat farre off vpon a hill,
Stands on his hinder-legs with listning eare,
To hearken if his foes pursue him still,
Anon their loud alarums he doth heare,
And now his griefe may be compared well,
To one fore sicke, that heares the passing bell.
Then shalt thou see the deaw-bedabbled wretch,
Turne, and returne, indenting with the way,
Ech enuious brier, his wearie legs do scratch,
Ech shadow makes him stop, ech murmour stay,
For miserie is troden on by manie,
And being low, neuer releeu’d by anie.
Lye quietly, and heare a little more,
Nay do not struggle, for thou shalt not rise,
To make thee hate the hunting of the bore,
Vnlike my selfe thou hearst me moralize,
Applying this to that, and so to so,
For loue can comment vpon euerie wo.
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