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So soon was she along, as he was down, VENUS AND ADONIS. Rach leaning on their elbows and their hips:
Now doth she suroke his cheek, now doth he
frown, Vilia miretur vulgus, mihi flavus Apollo
And 'gins to chide, but soon she stops his lips : Pocula Castalia plena ministret aqua.
And kissing speaks, with lustful language broken,
If thou wilt chide, thy lips shall never open. Ovid. Amor. l. i. El. 15.
He burns with bashful shame; she, with her
tears, TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLR
Doth quench the maiden burning of his cbeeks :
Then with her windy sighs and golden hairs, HENRY WRIOTHESLY, To fan and blow them dry again she seeks. Earl of Southampton, and Baron of Tichfield.
He says she is immodest, blames her miss ;
What follows more, she smothers with a kiss. Right HONOURABLE,
Even as an empty eagle, sharp by fast,
Forced to consent, but never to obey,
She feedeth on the steam as on a prey,
Wishing her cheeks were gardens full of flowers, survey, and your honour to your heart's content ;
So they were dew'd with such distilling showers. which I wish may always answer your own wish, Look how a bird lies tangled in a net, and the world's hopeful expectation.
So fasten'd in her arms Adonis lies :
Pure shame and awed resistance made him fret; Your Honour's in all duty,
Which bred more beauty in his angry eyes.
Rain added to a river, that is rank,
Perforce will force it overflow the bank.
Still she entreats, and prettily entreats ;
For to a pretty ear she tunes her tale :
Rose-cheek'd Adonis hied him to the chace': Being red, she loves him best; and being white, Honting he loved, but love he laugh'd to scorn. Her breast is better'd with a more delight.
Sick-thoughted Venus makes amain unto him,
Look how he can, she cannot choose but love;
And by her fair iminortal hand she swears, • Thrice fairer than myself! thus she began, From his soft bosom never to remove, The field's chief flower! sweet above coinpare! Till he take truce with her contending tears ;
Stain to all nymphs! more lovely than a man! Which long have rain'd, making her cheeks all
Upon this promise did he raise his chin,
Who, being look'd on, ducks as quickly in:
But when his lips were ready for his pay,
Never did passenger, in summer's heat,
Her help she sees, but help she cannot get,
Oh pily,' 'gan she cry, 'flint-hearted boy !
I have been won'd, as I entreat thee now,
Whose sinewy neck in battle ne'er did bow,
Being so enraged, desire doth lend her force, And beug'd for that which thou unask'd shalt
• Over my altars hath he hung his lance,
His batter'd shield, his uncontrolled crest;
And for my sake hath learn'd to sport and dance,
To coy, to wanton, dally, sinile and jest ;
Scorning his churlish drum, and ensign red,
Making my arms his field, his tent my bed. The studded bridle, on a ragged bongh,
*Thus he, that over-ruled, I over-sway'd,
Leading him prisoner in a red rose chain :
Strong temper'd steel, his stronger strength obey'd
Yet was he servile to my coy disdain.
• Touch but my lips with those fatr lips of thine, "The sun that shines from heaven shines but ! (Though mine bé not so fair, yet they are red)
Look in mine eye balls where thy beauty lies, Thine eyes dart forth the tire that burneth me,
Between this leav'nly and this earthly sun.
Love keeps his revels, where there be but twain; Nay more than tiint, for stone at rain relentech :
Art thou a woman's son, and canst not feel
She had not brought forth thee, but died un
kind. Shews thee unripe; yet may'st thou well be lasted : Make use of time, let not advantage slip,
•What am I, that thou shouldst contemn me thus ? Beauty within itselt should not be wasted.
Or what great danger dwells upon my suit? Furonowers, that are not gather'd in their priine, Speak fair : but speak fair words, or else be mute.
What were thy lips the worse for one poor kiss ? Rot and consume themselves in little lime. • Were I hard favour'd, foul, or wrinkled old,
Give me one kiss, I'll give it thee again, Ill-natured, crooked, churlish, harsh in voice,
And one for inl'rest, if thou wilt have twain. O'er-worn, despised, rheumatic and cold,
• Fie, lifeless picture, cold and senseless stone, Thick-sighted, barren, lean, and Jacking juice, Well-painted idol, image dull and dead; Then might'st thou pause, for then I were not for Statue contenting but the eye alone, thee,
Thing like a man, but of no woman bred. But, having no defects, wliy dost abhor me? Thou art no man, though of a man's complexion, *Thou canst not see one wrinkle in my brow,
For inen will kiss even by their own direction.' Mine eyes are grey, and bright, and quick in turn. This said, impatience chokes her pleading tongue, ing;
And swelling passion doth provoke a pause ; My beauty, as the spring, doth yearly grow ; Red cheeks and fiery eyes blaze forth her wrong, My flesh as soft and plump, my narrow burning; Being judge in love, she cannot right ber cause. My smooth ruoist hand, were it with thy hand And now she weeps, and now she fain would felt,
speak, Would in thy palm dissolve, or seem to melt. And now her cobs do her intendments break.
• Bid me discourse, I will inchant thine ear, Sometimes she shakes her head, and then Or, like a fairy, trip upon the green ;
hand; Or, like a nympli, with long dishevel'd hair, Now gazeth she on him, now on the ground; Dance on the sands, and yet no footing seen.
Sometimes her arms infold him like a band;
She would, he will not in her arms be bound :
1 These forceless Powers, like sturdy trees, support
*Fondling,' saith she,' since I have hemm'd thee me:
here, Two strengthless doves will draw me through the • Within the circuit of this ivory pale, sky I'll be the park, and thou shalt be my deer,
$1 From morn till night, even where I list to sport Feed where ihou wilt, on mountain or in dalé.
Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry,
$1 That thou shouldst think it heavy unto thee? Within this limit is relief enough, *Is thine own heart to thine own face affected ? Sweet bottom grass, and high delightful plain, Can thy right hand seize love upon thy left? Round rising hillocks, brakes obscure and rough, Then woo thyseli, be of thyselt rejected,
To shelter thee from tempest and from rain. Steal thine own freedom, and complain of theft. Then be my deer, since I am such a park, Narcissus so himseit, himself forsook,
No dog shall rouze thee, though a thousand And died to kiss his shadow in the brook.
bark.' * Torches are made to light, jewels to wear, At this Adonis smiles, as in disdain, Dainties to taste, fresh beauty for the use,
That in each cheek appears a pretty dimple; Herbs for their smell, and sappy plants to bear; Love made those hollows, it himself were slain, Things growing to themselves are growth's abuse : He might be buried in a tomb so simple : Seeds spring from seeds, and beauty breedeth Foreknowing well if there he came to lie, beauty ;
Why there love lived, and there he could not die. Thou wert begot, to get it is thy duty.
These loving caves, these round enchanted pits, Upon the earth's increase why shouldst thou feed, Open'd their mouths to swallow Venus liking? Unless the earth with thy increase be fed?
Being mad before, how doth she now for wits ? By law of nature thou art bound to breed, Struck dead at first, what needs a second striking!
2 Thai thine may live, when thou thyself art dead : Poor queen of love, in thine own law forlorn,
And so, in spite of death, thou dost survive, To love a cheek that smiles at thee with scorn.
Now which way shall she turn? What shall she By this the love-sick queen began to sweat,
say? For, where they lay, the shadow had forsook them; Her words are done, her woes the more increasing : And Titan, lired in the mid-day heat,
The time is spent, her object will away,
. Pity,' she cries, 'some favour, some remorse!" So he were like him, and by Venus' side.
Away he springs, and hasteth to his horse. And now Adonis with a lazy spright,
But, lo! from forth a copse that neighbours by, And with a heavy, dark, disliking eye,
A breeding jennet, lusty, young, and proud,
Sonring his cheeks, cries, 'fie, no more of love, The strong-neck'd steed, being tied unto a tree,
l'll sigh celestial breath, whose gentle wind The bearing earth with his hurd hoof he wounds, Shall cool the heat of this descending son.
Whose hollow womb resounds like heaven's thunI'll pake a shadow for thee of my hairs,
der. If they burn too, I'll quench ilem with my The iron bit he crushes 'tween his teeth, tears.
Controlling what he was conuolled with.
His ears op-prick'd, his braided hanging mane Now was she jant before him, as he rats
With one fair hand she heaveth up his hat,
Her other tender hand his fair cheeks feels :
0! what a war of looks was then between With gentle majesty, and modest pride :
Her eyes wou'd still, his eyes disdain'd the wooing : What recketh he his rider's angry stir,
And all this dumb play had his acts made plain,
With tears, which chorus-like, her eyes did rain.
A bly prison'd in a jail of snow,
Or ivory in an alabaster band,
So white a friend ingiris so white a roe!
This beauteous combat, wilful and unwilling, Look when a painter would surpass the life,
Shew'd like to silver doves, that sit a billing. In limning out a well-proportion' steed,
His art, with nature's workmanship at strife, Once more the engine of her thoughts began : As if the dead the living should exceed :
"O fairest mover on this mortal round!
Would thou wert, as I am, and I a man,
For one sweet look my help I would assure thee.
Though nothing but my body's bane would cure long,
"Give me my hand,' saith he,' why dost thou feel High crest, short ears, straight legs, and passing
it ? strong,
"Give me thy heart,' saith she, and thou shalt have Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide.
it. Louk, what a horse should have, he did not O! give it me, lest thy hard heart do steel it; Tack,
And being steel'd, soft sighs can never grave it: Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
Then love's deep groans I never shall regard,
Because Adonis' heart bath made mine hard."
· For shame,' he cries, let go, and let me go, To bid the wind abase he now prepares,
My day's delight is past, my horse is gone, And where he run, or fly, they know not whither. And 'tis your fault, I am bereft him so: For through his mane and tail the high wind I pray you hence, and leave me here alone.
For all my mind, my thought, my busy care, sing, Fanning the hairs, which heave like feather'd Is how to get my palfrey from the mare.' wings.
Thus she replies : 'Thy palfrey, as he should, He looks upon his love, and neighs unto her ; Welcomes the warm approach of sweet desire : She answers him, as if she knew his mind :
Affection is a coal, that must be cool'd ; Being, proud, as females are, to see him woo Else, suffer'd, it will set the heart on fire. her,
The sea hath bounds, but deep desire hath none; She puts on outward strangeness, seems unkind, Therefore no marvel though ihy horse be gone. Spurns at his love, and scorns the heat he feels,
• How like a jade he stood, tied to a tree,
Servilely master'd with a leathern rein !
But when he saw his love, his youth's fair fee,
He held such petty bondage in disdain ;
Throwing the base thong from his bending crest,
•Who sees his true love in her naked bed, Grew kinder, and his fury was assuaged.
Teaching the sheets a whiter hue than white,
But wlien his glutton eye so full hatb fed,
Jealous of catching, swiftly doth forsake him, Who is so faint, that dare not be so bold
To touch the fire, the weather being cold ?
*Let me excuse thy courser, gentle boy,
And learn of him, I heartily beseech thee,
To take advantage on presented joy ;
0! learn to love, the lesson is but plain, That love-sick Love, by pleading may be blest. And once made perfect, never lost again.' For lovers say, the leart hath treble wrong,
• I know not love,' quoth he, nor will I know it, When it is barr'd the aidance of the longue.
Unless it be a boar, and then I chase it;
'Tis much to borrow, and I will not owe it, Burneth more hotly, swelleth with more rage : My love to love, is love but to disgrace it; So of concealed sorrow may be said ;
For I have heard it is a life in death,
That laughs, and weeps, and all but in a breath.
• Who wears a garment shapeless and unfinish'd ? The client breaks, as desperate in his suit.
Who plucks the bed before one leaf put forth ?
If springing things be any jot diminishid,
They wither in their prime, prove nothing worth.
The colt that's back'd, and burden'd being Looks on the dull earth with disturbed mind;
young, Taking no notice, that she is so nigh,
Loseth his pride, and never waxeth strong. For all askance he holds her in his eye.
"You hurt my hand with wringing: let us part 0! what a sight it was wistfully to view
And leave this idle theme, this boulless chat; How she came stealing to the wayward boy ;
Remove your siege from my unyielding heart,
To jove's alarms it will not ope the gate.
Dismiss your vows, your seign'd tears, your flat.
terv ; It fash'd forth tire, as lightning from the sky. For where a heart is hard, they make no battery.
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Ireet boy,' sh •What I canst thou talk to qaoth she, Hast thou Long may they kiss each other for this care !
by sick heart O! would thou hadst not, or I had no hearing! And as they last, their verdere still endure, all me, love's Thy mermaid's voice hath done me double wrong! To drive infection froin the dangerous year!
shall we, I had my load before, now press'd with bearing. That the star-gazers having writ on death,
match Melodious discord! Heavenly tune harsh-sound- May say, the plague is banish'd by thy breath.
ing! Earth's deep sweet music! and heart's deep sore
Pure lips ! Sweet seals ! In my soft lips imprinted
What bargains may I make still to be sealing? wounding!
To sell myself, I can be well contented,
Which purchase if thou make, for fear of siips, on his neck b
"A thousand kisses buys my heart from me, Though neither eyes, nor ears to hear nor see,
and pay them at thy leisure one by one. Yet should I be in love, by touching thee.
What is ten hundred kisses into thee! *Say, that the sense of feeling were bereft me, Are they not quickly told, and quickly gone ? And that I could not see, nor hear, nor touch; Say for non-payment that the debt should double,
And nothing but the very smell were left me, Is twenty hundred kisses such a trouble ?! Yet would my love to thee be still as much :
Fair queen,' quoth he, 'if any love you owe me, For from the stillatory of thy face excelling,
Measure my strangeness with my unripe years, Comes breath perfumed, that breedeth love by
Before I know myself, seek not to know me.
No fisher but the ungrown fry forbears;
Or being early pluck'd, is sour to taste.
• Look, the world's comforter, with weary gait, Lest jealousy, that sour unwelcome guest,
His day's hot task hath ended in the west! Should by his stealing in disturb the least.'
The owl, night's herald, shrieks, 'tis very late,
The sheep are gone to fold, birds to their nest :
Now let me say good-night, and so say you :
If you will say so, you shall have a kiss.
Good-night,' quoth she, “and ere he says adieu, Gust and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds.
The honey fee of parting tender'd is. This ill presage advisedly she marketh,
Her arms do lend his neck a sweet embrace,
Till breathless he disjoin'd, and backward drew
The heavenly moisture, that sweet coral month,
Whose precious taste her thirsty lips well knew, His meaning struck her, ere his words begun.
Whereon they surfeit, yet complain on drowth :
He with her plenty press'd, she faint with dearth,
Now quick desire hath caught her yielding prey,
And glutton-like she feeds, yet never filleth;
Her lips are conquerors, his lips obey,
Whose vulture thought doth pitch the prize so And in amaze brake off his late intent,
high For sharply he did think to reprehend her,
That she will draw his lips' rich treasure dry.
And having felt the sweetness of the spoil,
With blindfold fury she begins to forage ; Till his breath breathed life in her again.
Her face doth reek and smoke, her blood doth
Planting oblivion, beating reason back;
Like a wild bird being tamed with too much hand. The night of sorrow now is turn'd to day,
ling, Her two blue windows faintly she op-heaveth; Or as the feet-foot roe, that's tired with chasing,
Like the fair sun, when in his fresh array, Or like the froward infant stillid with dandling; He cheers the morn, and all the world relieveth :
He now obeys, and now no more resistein, And as the bright sun glorifies the sky,
Whiles she takes all she can, not all she listeth. So is her face illumined with her eye.
What wax so frozen, but dissolves with temp'ring!
And yields at last to every light impression ?
But then wooes besl, when most his choice is Shone like the moon, in water seen by night.
froward. 01 where am !! qnoth she, in earth, or heaven!
When he did frown, o had she then gave over! Or in the ocean drench'd ! or in the fire!
Such nectar from his lips she had not suck'd : What hour is this? or morn, or weary even? Foul words and frowns must not repel a lover: Do I delight to die? or life desire?
What thouglı the rose have pricks ? yet it is pluck'd: Bat now I lived, and life was death's annoy :
Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast, But now I died, and death was lively joy.
Yet love breaks through, and picks them all at 0! thou didst kill me, kill me once again :
last. Thy eyes, shrewd tutor, that hard heart of thine
For pity now she can no more detain him ; Has taught them scornful tricks, and such dis- The poor fool prays her that he may depart. dain,
She is resolved no longer to restrain him, That they have murder'd this poor heart of mine:
Bids him farewell, and look well to her heart; And these mine eyes, true leaders to their The which by Cupid's how she doth protest, queen,
He carries thence encaged in his breast. But for thy pitebus lips no more had seen.
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'Sweet boy,' she says, 'this night I'll waste in And more than 60, presenteth to mine eye sorrow,
The picture of an angry chasing boar, Por my sick beart commands mine eyes to watch. Under whose sharp fangs, on his back doth lle
Tell me, love's master, shall we meet to-morrow? An image like thyself, all stain'd with gore ; Say, shall we, shall we, wilt thou make the Włose blood upon the fresh flowers being match
shed, He tells her no: to-morrow he intends
Doth make 'em drop with grief, and hang the To hunt the boar, with certain of his friends.
head. *The boar! quoth she, whereat a sudden pale, 'What slıould I do? seeing thee so indeed ? Like lawn being spread upon the blushing rose, That trembling at the imagination,
Usurps her cheeks; she irembles at his tale, The thought of it doth make my faint heart bleed,
If thou encounter with the boar to-morrow. Now is she in the very lists of love,
* But if thou needs will hunt, be ruled by me, Her champion mounted for the hot encounter : Uncouple at the timorous flying hare ; All is'inaginary, she doth prove,
Or at the fox, which lives by subtilty ; He will not manage her, although'he mount her: Or at the roe, which no encounter dare: That worse than Tantalus is her annoy,
Pursue these fearful creatures o'er the downs, To clip Elysiam, and to lack her joy.
And on thy well-breathed horse keep with thy Even as poor birds, deceived with painted
"And when thou hast on foot the parblind hare, Do surfeit by ihe eye, and pine the maw:
Mark the poor wretch; to overshut his troubles, Even so she languisheth in her mishaps,
How he out-runs the wind, and with what care, As those poor birds, that helpless berries saw. He cranks and crosses with a thousand doubles. 'The warm effects which she in him finds missing. The many musits through the which he goes,
She seeks to kindle with continual kissing. Are like a labyrinth t' amaze his foes.
Her pleading hath deserved a greater fee : And sometime where earth-delving conies keep,
'Fie, fie, he says, you crush me, let me go; And sometime sorteth with a herd of deer : You have no reason to with-hold me so.'
Danger deviseth shifts, wit waits on fear. Thou hadst been gone,' quoth she," sweet boy, “For there his smell with others being mingled, ere this,
The hot-scent-snuffing hounds are driven to doubt, Bat that thou told'st me thou wouldst hunt the Ceasing their clamorous cry, till they have sinboar:
gled, O! be advised ; thou know'st not what it is, With much 'ado, the cold fault cleanly out, With javelin's point a churlish swine to gore, Then do they spend their months ; echo replies, Whose tushes never sheath'd, he wetteth still, As if another chace were in the skies. Like to a mortal butcher, bent to kill.
* By this poor Wat far off, upon a hill, "On his bow-back he hath a battel set
Stands on his hinder legs with listening ear, Or bristly pikes, that ever threat his foes;
To hearken if his focs pursue him still: His eyes, like glow-worms, shine when he doth Anon their loud alarums he doth hear, fret,
And now his grief may be compared well His snout digs sepulchres where'er he goes : To one sore sick, that'heurs the passing bell. Being moved, he strikes whate'er is in his way;
Then shalt thou see the dew.bedabbled wretch And whom he strikes, his crooked tushes slay.
Turn, and return, indenting with the way : • His brawny sides, with hairy bristles arm'd, Each envivus briar his weary legs doth scratch, Are better proof, than thy spear's point can enter; Each shadow makes him stop, each murmur stay.
His short thick neck cannot be easily harm'd; For misery is trodden on by many;
And being low, never relieved by any.
• Lie quietly and hear a little more, • Alas! he nought esteems that face of thine, To make thee hate the hunting of the boar, To which love's eye pays tributary gazes;
Unlike myself, thou hear'st me moralize,
For love can comment upon every woe:
•Where did I leave ?' 'No matter where,' quoth mead.
* Leave me, and then the story aptly ends: 0! let him keep his loathsome cabin still! The night is spent.' 'Why, what of that? quoth Beauty hath nought to do with such foul fiends.
she, Come not within his danger by thy will; 'I am,' quoth he,' expected of my friends : They that thrive well, take counsel of their friends, And now 'tis dark, and going I shall fall.' When thou didst name the boar, not to dissemble, 'In night,' quoth she,' desire sees best of all.' I fear'd thy fortune, and my joints did tremble.
* But if thou fall, O! then imagine this, Didst thou not mark my face? Was it not white? | The earth in love with thee, thy footing trips, Saw'st thou not signs of fear lurk in mine eye? And all is but to rob thee of a kiss.
Grew I not faint? and fell I not downright ? Rich preys make rich men thieves, so do thy lips Within my bosom, whereon thou dost lie,
Make modest Dian cloudy and forlorn, My boding heart pants, beats, and takes no rest, Lest she should steal a kiss, and die forsworn. But like an earthquake shakes thee on my breast.
Now of this dark night I perceive the reason, * Por where love reigns, disturbing jealousy Cynthia for shame obscures her silver shine, Doth call himself affection's centinel;
Till forging nature is condemn'd of treason, Gives false alarms, suggesteth mutiny,
For stealing molds from heaven, that were di And in a peaceful hour doth cry, kill, kill :
vine, Distemp'ring gentle love with his desire,
Wherein 'she framed thee in high heaven's As air and water doth abate the fire.
despite, * This sour informer, this bate breeding spy,
To shame the sun by day, and her by night. This canker, that eats up love's tender spring, 'Ard therefore hath she bribed the destinies This carry-tale, dissentious jealousy,
To cross the curious workmanship of nature, That sometimes true news, sometimes false doth To mingle beauty with infirmities, bring ;
And pure perfection with impare defeature ;