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- VENVS
AND
ADONIS.
He
wrings
her
nofc,hc
ftrikcs
her
on the
chcckcs,
He
bends
her
fingCA-
a\
holds
her
pulfcs
h&rd,
He
chafes her
lip%
i^houfand
waves
he
fcckes,
To
mend
the
hurt, that his
vnkindncflc
mard.He
kifles
her,
and
(he
by
her
good
v/ilJ,
VVillneuerrifcjfohcwillkiffeherftill.
The
night
of
ibrrow
nowis tumd
to
day.
Her
two blew
wiadowes
faintly (he
vpheaueth,
Like
the
faire
funnc
when
in
his
fre(h
array,
He
cheeres
the
morne,and
all
the earth
releeueth:
And
as
the
bright funne
glorifies the
skic:
So
is
her face
illumind
with her
eye.
V
Yhofe
beames vpon
his haireleffe face are
fixr,
As
if
from
thence
diey
borrowed
all
their
Ihine,
VVcre
neuerfourc
fuch
lamps, tog^uKv^^irt,
Had
not
his
clouded
with
his
browcs
repine
,
But
hcrs,which through
the
criftal
rears
gauelighfj
Shone
like
the
Moone
in
water feenc
by
liight.
O where am I(quothllie,) in earth orhcaueii, *
Or in the Ocean drencht, or in the fire:
What
houre
is
this,or
morne,
or
wearie cuer^
Do I delight to die or life defire ?
Butnowlliu'd,
and
life
was
deaths
annoy,But
now
I dy'de, and death was liuely
ioy.
D
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11.
475—498
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