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- VENVS
ANDl
ADONIS.
Didft
thou
not
markc
my
face,
was
it
not
white
?
Saweft thou
not figncs
of
fcare
lurke
in
minc]eye
?
Grew
I
not
faint,
and
fell
I
not
downe
right
?
V
Vithin
my
bofomc
whereon
thou
doclt
lye,
My
boding
heart,
pants,
beats,and
takes
no
red.But
like
an
carthquake,{liakes
thee
on
my
breft.
For
where
loue raignes, difturbing
iealoufic,
Doth
call
him
felfe
atfcclions centinell,
Giuesfalfe alarmcs, fuggefteth
mutinie.
And
in
a
peacefull
houre
doth
crie,
kill,
kill,
Diftempring
gentle
loue
in
his
defire,
As
aire,
and
water
do
abate
the
fire.
This fowcr informer,
this
batc-brecding
fpic.
This canker
that eates
vp
loues tender
fpring,
Thisxarry-talejdiffentiousiealoufie,
That
(bmtime
true
newes,fomtime
falfe
doth bring,
Knocks
at
my
heart,and whifpcrs
in
mine
earc,
That
if
I
loue
thee^
I
thy death
ftiould
feare.
And more then fo, prefenteth to mine eye,
T he pidurcofanangrie chafing boare,
Vnder whofc diarpe fangS5on his backe doth lye,
An image like thy felfe, all Itaynd with goare,
whofc blood vpon the freili flowers being (lied,
•Doth make the droop with griefj^ hang the hed.
what
11.
643—666
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