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- VENVS
AND
ADONIS.
And
being opcnd,
threw vnwilling
light,
Vpon
the
wide
wound,
that
the
boare had trencht
In
his
Cod flank
c,
whofe
wonted
Jillie
white
With
purple
tears that his
wound
wcpt,had
drecht.
No
floure
was
nigh,no
graffe3hearb5leaf,or
weed,
But
dole
his
blood,and feemd
with
him
to
bleed.
This folemne fympathie, poorc Venus noteih,
Ouer one flioulder doth flie hang her head,
DumbHcfhe paffionSjfrantikely Ihe doteth.
She thinkes he could not die, he is not dead,
Her voice is (lopr, her ioynts forget to bow.
Her eyes are mad,that they haue wept till now.
Vpon his hurt ilielookes fo ftedfaftly,
Thatherfightdazling,makesthe wound feem three,
And then Ihc reprehends her mangling eye,
Thatmakes more gafhes,where no breach (huld be:
His face feems twain,ech feuerall lim is doubled,
For oft the eye miftakes,the brain being troubled
My tongue cannot expreffe my griefcfor one,
And yet (quoth fhe)behold two Adons dead.
My fighes are blowne away, my (alt teares gone.
Mine eyes are turn'd to fire, my heart to lead,
Heauic hearts lead melt at mine eyes red fire,
So ftiall I die by drops of hot defirc.Giij
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