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- VENVS
AND
ADONIS.
She
marking
them, begins
a
wailing note,
Andfings
cxtcmporally
a
wofull
dittie,
Howloucmakesyong-men
thrall,
&
old
men
dote,
How
loue
is
wife
in
foUie,
foolilh
wittie:
Her
heauie
anthcme
ftill
concludes
in
v/o,
And
ftill
the
quier
of
ccchoes anfwcr
fo.
Her fong
was
tedious,and out-wore
the
night,
For
louers
hourcs
are
long,
though
feeming
Ihort,
If
pleafd
themfelucs,
others
they
thinke
delight.
In
fuch
like
cir
cumftancc,
with fuch
like
fport:
Their
copious
ftories
oftemiincs
begunne.End
without audience, and
are
neuer
donne.
For
who
hath
(he to
fpend
the
night widiall,
But idle founds refembling parafits ?
Like fhrill-tongu'dTapfters anfwering cucric call,
Soothing the humor of fantaftique wits.
She faycs tis fb, they anfwer all tis fo.
And would fay after her, if (he faid no.
Lo-here the gentle larke wearie of reft,
Fromitts moyft cabinet mounts vp on hie.
And wakes the morning, from whofc filuer brcR:,
The funne arifeth in his maieftic.
Who doth the world fo glorioufly behold,
That Ceader tops and hils ,fecme burnillit gold.
Venus
11. 835-858
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