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- veNvs
and
adonis.
What
hauc
you
vrg'd,
that I
can
not
rcprouc ?
The
path
is
fmooth
that
leadcth
on
to
danger,
I hate
not
lone,
but
your
deuifc
in
loue.
That
lends
imbracements
vnto
euery
ftranger,
You
do
it
for
increafe,
6 ftraunge excufe
!
V
Vhen
reafon
is
the
bawd
to
lufts
abufe.
Call
it
not
louc,
for
loue
to
hcauen
is
fled,
Sincefweatinglufton
earth
vfurpt
his
name,
Vnder
whofe
fimple
femblance
he
hath
red,
Vpon
frefiibeautie,
blotting
it
with blarney
V
Vhich
the
hot tyrant
ftaines,5r
foone
bereaues:As Caterpiilers do
the
tender ieaues»
Louc comforteth
like
fun-Hiine
after
raine,
But
lufts
cSq^
Is
tempeft
after
funne,
Loues
gentle fpring doth
alwayes
frelli
remainc,
Lufts winter
comes,
ere
fommer
halfe
be
donn^
:
Loue
furfets
not,
luft
like
a
glutton
dies
:
Louc
is all
truth,
luft
full
of
forged
lies.
More I Gould tell, but more I dare not fay,
The text is old, the Orator too greene,
Therefore in fadneffe, now I will away,
My face is full of fliamc, my heart of teenc,
Mine
cares that
to
your wanton
talke
attended,
Do
burne them
felucs, for
hauing
fo
oftended»
VVith
11.
787—810
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