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- VENVS AND ADONIS.
Ay,
mc,
(quoth Venus)
young,
and
fo
vnkindc,
V
Yhat
bare cxcufcs mak'ft
ihou
to
be
gon
?
He (igh celcftiall breath, whofc gentle winde,
Shall coolc the hcate of this defcending fun:
He make a lliadow for thee of my heares,
If they burn too,lle quench ihcm with my tcares.
The fun that fliines from heauen ,fliinei but warmc,
And lo I lye betweene that funne ,and thee :
The heate I hauc from thence doth litle harme.
Thine eye darts forth the fire that burneth mc,
And were I not immortall, life were done,
Betweene this hcauenly,and earthly funne.
Art thou obdurate, flintic, hard as ftdolc ?
Nay
more
then
fiinr,
for
flone
at
raincrelenteih:
.
Art
thou
a
womans
fonne and
canll:
not feele
VVhattistoloue,howwantoflouetormenteth?
O
had thy
mother borne
lo
hard
a
minde,
She had
not
broughtforth
thee, but died
vnkind.
What am I that thou (houldft contemne me this ?
Or what s^reat danger, dw els vpon my fute ?
What were thy lips the worfe for one poorc kis ?
Spcakc
fi\ircjbut
fpeake
fairc
w
ords^or
clfc
be
mute:
GiucmeonckiffejUcgiucitthecagaine,
And
one
for
intrcfl-, if
thou
wilt
haDc twaine.
C
11. 187—210
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