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- VENVS AND ADONIS.
EV E Nf as the funnc with purplc-colourd face,
Had tanc his lafi: Icaue of the weeping morne,
Rofe- chcekt Adonis hied him to the chace,
Hunting he lou'd, but loue he laught to Tcornc :
Sick-thoughted Venus makes amalnevnto him,
And like a bold fac'd futcr ginncs to woo him,
Thrife
fairer
then
my
fclfe,
(thus
(lie
began)
The
lieldschiefe
flov/er,
fwcet
abouc
compare,
Staine
to
all
Nimphs^more
louely
then
a
man,
More
white,
and red^then
doucs^orrofcs
are:
Nature
that
made
thee with
her
fclfe at ftrife,
.
Saithdiat
the
world hath
ending
with
tl^^lifc.
Vouchfafe
thou
wonder
to
alight
thy
ftced,
Andrainc
his
proud
head
to
the
fiddle
bow.
If
thou
wilt
dainc
this
fauor,
for
thy
meed
A thoufind honic
fecrcts ihalt
thou
know
:
Here come
and
fit,
whsrcneuerferpenthiflcs,
And
being
fet,lle
(mother
thee with kilfcs.
B
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