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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,
I know not how I shall offend, in dedicating my Tires with her beak on feathers, flesh and bone,
unpolished lines to your lordship; nor how the Shaking her wings, devouring all in haste,
world will censure me, for choosing so strong a prop Till either gorge be slutt'd, or prey be gone :
to support so weak a burden : only if your honour Even so she kiss'd his brow, his cheek, his chin,
seem but pleased, I account myself highly praised, And where she ends, she doth anew begin.
and vow to take advantage of all idle hours, till í

Forced to consent, but never to obey,
Diave honoured you with some graver labour. But
if the first heir of my invention prove deformed, i Panting he lies, and breathing in her face :
shall be sorry it had so noble a godfather, and never

She feedeth on the steam as on a prey,
after ear so barren a land, for fear it yield me still And calls it, heavenly moisture l air of grace!
so bad a harvest. I leave it to your honourable

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,
WILL. SHAKSPEARE:

Perforce will force it overflow the bank.

Still she entreats, and prettily entreats ;

For to a pretty ear she tunes her tale :
Even as the snn, with parple-colour'd face, Still he is sullen, still he lowers and frets,
Had ta'en his last leave of the weeping morn, Twixt crimson shame, and anger ashy pale.

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,
And like a bold-faced snitor 'gins to woo 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
More white and red, than doves or roses are !

wet,
Nature, that made thee with herself at strife, And one sweet kiss shall pay this countless debt.
Saith, that the world hath ending with thy life.

Upon this promise did he raise his chin,
• Vouchsafe, thon wonder ! to alight thy steed, Like a dive-dapper peering through a wave,
And rein liis proud head to the saddle-bow;

Who, being look'd on, ducks as quickly in:
If thou wilt deign this favour, for thy meed, So offers he to give what she did crave :
A thousand honey secrets shalt thou know.

But when his lips were ready for his pay,
Here come and sit, where serpent never hisses, He winks, and turns his lips another way.
And being set, I'll smother thee with kisses.

Never did passenger, in summer's heat,
• And yet not cloy thy lips with loath'd satiety, More thirst for drink, than she for this good turn;
But rather famish them amid their plenty ;

Her help she sees, but help she cannot get,
Making them red and pale with fresh variety : She bathes in water, yet in fire must burn.
Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty.

Oh pily,' 'gan she cry, 'flint-hearted boy !
A summer's day will seem an hour but short, 'Tis but a kiss I beg, why art thou coy?
Being wasted in such time-beguiling sport.'

I have been won'd, as I entreat thee now,
With this she seizeth on his sweating palm, Even by the stern and direful god of war,
The president of pith and livelihood,

Whose sinewy neck in battle ne'er did bow,
And trembling in her passion calls it balm ; Who conquers where he comes in every jar:
Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good. Yet hath he been my captive and my slave,

Being so enraged, desire doth lend her force, And beug'd for that which thou unask'd shalt
Courageously to pluck him from his horse.

have.
Over one arm the lusty courser's rein,

• Over my altars hath he hung his lance,
Under the other was the tender boy,

His batter'd shield, his uncontrolled crest;
Who blush'd and poated in a dull disdain,

And for my sake hath learn'd to sport and dance,
With leaden appetite, unapt to toy.

To coy, to wanton, dally, sinile and jest ;
She red and hot, as couls of glowing fire,

Scorning his churlish drum, and ensign red,
He red for shame, bul frosty in desire.

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,
Nimbly she fastens (O how quick is love !)

Leading him prisoner in a red rose chain :
The steed is stall'd up, and even now

Strong temper'd steel, his stronger strength obey'd
To tie the rider she begins to prove.

Yet was he servile to my coy disdain.
Backward she pash'd him, as she would be thrust, Oh be not proud, nor brag not of thy might,
And govern'd him in strength, though not in lust. For masl’ring her, that foild the god of light!

• 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)

warm,
The kiss shall be thine own as well as mine, And, lo, I lie between the sun and thee!
What seest thou on the ground 1 Hold up thy head a The lieat I have from thence doth little harm,

Look in mine eye balls where thy beauty lies, Thine eyes dart forth the tire that burneth me,
Then why not lips on lips, since eyes on eyes ? And, were I not inmortal, life were done,
Art thou ashamed to kiss ? Then wink again,

Between this leav'nly and this earthly sun.
And I will wink, so shall the day seem nigiit, Art thou obdurate, flinty, hard as steel?

Love keeps his revels, where there be but twain; Nay more than tiint, for stone at rain relentech :
Be bold to play, our sport is not in siglit.

Art thou a woman's son, and canst not feel
These blue-vein'd violets, whereon we lean, What 'lis to love, how want of love toruienteth?
Never can blab, nor know they what we mean. Oh! had thy mother born so bad a mind,
*The tender spring, upon thy tempting lip,

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;
Love is a spirit all compact of fire,

She would, he will not in her arms be bound :
Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire. And when from thence he struggles to be gone,
Witness this primrose-bank, whereon Ilie,
She locks her lily fingers one in one.

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,
Is love so light, sweet boy, and may it be,
Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.

$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.
In that thy likeness still is left alive.'

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,
With burning eye did botly overlook them : And froin her iwining arms doth urge releasing.
Wishing Adonis had his team to guide,

. 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,
His low'ring brows, o'erwhelming his fair sight, Adonis' trampling courser doth espy,
Like misty vaponrs, when they blot the sky; And forth she rushes, snorts, and neighs aloud :

Sonring his cheeks, cries, 'fie, no more of love, The strong-neck'd steed, being tied unto a tree,
The sun doth burn my face, I must remove.' Breaketh his rem, and to her straight goes he.
'Ali me " quoth Venus, ' young, and so unkind : Imperionsly he leaps, he neighs, he bounds,
Whal bare excuses makestilou to be gone? And now his woven girts he breaks asunder;

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.

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His ears op-prick'd, his braided hanging mane Now was she jant before him, as he rats
Upon his compass'd crest, now stands an end : And like a lowly lover down she kneels
His nostrils drink the air, and forth again,

With one fair hand she heaveth up his hat,
As from a furnace, vapours doth he send :

Her other tender hand his fair cheeks feels :
His eye, which glistens scornfully like fire, His tepder cheeks receive her soft hand's priis
Shew's his hot courage, and his high desire. As apt, as uew-fallen snow takes any dint.
Sometimes he trots, as if he told the steps,

0! what a war of looks was then between With gentle majesty, and modest pride :

them !
Anon he rears upright, curvets and leaps, Her eyes petitioners to his eyes suing;
As who should say, lo! ilus my strength is tried : His eyes saw her eyes, as they had not seen
And thus i powito captivate the eye

them :
Oi the fair breeder that is standing by.

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,
His fail'ring holla, or his stand, I say?

With tears, which chorus-like, her eyes did rain.
Whal cares he now for curb, or pricking spur? Full gently now she takes him by the hand,
For rich caparisons, or trappings gay?

A bly prison'd in a jail of snow,
He sees his love, and nothing else he sees,

Or ivory in an alabaster band,
For nothing else with his proud sight agrees.

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!
So did his horse excel a common one,

Would thou wert, as I am, and I a man,
In shape, in courage, colour, pace, and bone. My heart all whole, as thine, thy heart my wound.
Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and

For one sweet look my help I would assure thee.

Though nothing but my body's bane would cure long,

thee.'
Broad breast, full eyes, small head, and nustril
wide,

"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."
Sometimes he scuds far off, and there he stares ;
Anon he starts at stirring of a feather:

· 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,
Beating his kind embracements with her heels.

Servilely master'd with a leathern rein !
Then, like a melancholy malecontent,

But when he saw his love, his youth's fair fee,
He veils his tail ; that like a falling plume,

He held such petty bondage in disdain ;
Cool shadow to his melting buttocks lent;

Throwing the base thong from his bending crest,
He stamps and bites the poor flies in his fume : Enfranchising his mouth, his back, his breast.
His love perceiving how he is enraged,

•Who sees his true love in her naked bed, Grew kinder, and his fury was assuaged.

Teaching the sheets a whiter hue than white,
His teasty master goes about to take him,

But wlien his glutton eye so full hatb fed,
When lo ! the unback'd breeder, full of fear, His other agents aim at like delight?

Jealous of catching, swiftly doth forsake him, Who is so faint, that dare not be so bold
With her the horse, and leri Adonis there.

To touch the fire, the weather being cold ?
As they were mad, unto the wood they hie

*Let me excuse thy courser, gentle boy,
them,

And learn of him, I heartily beseech thee,
Out-stripping crows, that strive to over-fly them.

To take advantage on presented joy ;
All swoln with chasing, down Adonis sits, Though I were dumb, yet his proceedings teach
Banning his boist'rous and unruly beast.

thee,
And now the happy season once more fits,

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;
An oven that is stopp'd, or river staid,

'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,
Free vent of words love's fire doth assuage:

That laughs, and weeps, and all but in a breath.
But when the heart's attorney once is mute,

• 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 ?
He sees her coming, and begins to glow,

If springing things be any jot diminishid,
Even as a dying coal revives with wind ;

They wither in their prime, prove nothing worth.
And with his bonnet hides his angry brow,

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 note the fighting conflict of her hue,

To jove's alarms it will not ope the gate.
How white and red each other did destroy!

Dismiss your vows, your seign'd tears, your flat.
But now her cheek was pale, and by ani by

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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,
* Had I no eyes, but ears, my ears would love So thou wilt buy and pay, and the good dealing : sarps her chee
That inward beauty, and invisible:

Which purchase if thou make, for fear of siips, on his neck b
Or were I deaf, thy outward parts would move Set thy seal mannal on my wax-red lips.
Each part of me, that were but sensible.

"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.
smelling.

No fisher but the ungrown fry forbears;
But oh! what banquet wert thou to the taste, The mellow plumb doth fall, the green sticks fast,
Being nurse and feeder of the other foor!

Or being early pluck'd, is sour to taste.
Would they not wish the feast should ever last,
And bid suspicion double-lock the door;

• 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 :
Once more the ruhy-colour'd portal open'd, The coal-black clouds, that shadow heaven's light,
Which to his speech "did honey passage yield; Do summon us to part, and bid good-night.
Like a red morn, that ever yet betoken'd,

Now let me say good-night, and so say you :
Wreck to the seaman, tempest to the field,
Sorrow to shepherds, woe onto the birds,

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,
Even as the wind is hush'd before it raineth, Incorporate then they seem, face grows to face.
Or as the wolf doth grin before he barketh,

Till breathless he disjoin'd, and backward drew
Or as the berry breaks before it staineth ;
Or like the deadly bullet of a gun,

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 :
And at his look she fatly falleth down ;

He with her plenty press'd, she faint with dearth,
For looks kill love, and love by looks reviveth: Their lips logether glued, fall to the earth.
A smile recures the wounding of a frown,

Now quick desire hath caught her yielding prey,
But blessed bankrupt, that by love so thriveth!

And glutton-like she feeds, yet never filleth;
The silly boy believing she is dead,
Claps her pale cheek, till clapping makes it Paying what ransome the insulter willeth:

Her lips are conquerors, his lips obey,
red.

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.
Which cunning love did wittily prevent,
Fair fall the wit, that can so well defend her:

And having felt the sweetness of the spoil,
For on the grass she lies, as she were slain,

With blindfold fury she begins to forage ; Till his breath breathed life in her again.

Her face doth reek and smoke, her blood doth

boil,
He wrings her nose, he strikes her on the cheeks And careless lust stirs up a desperate courage :
He bends her fingers, holds her pulses hard,

Planting oblivion, beating reason back;
He chares her lips, a thousand ways he seeks Forgetting shame's pure blush, and honour's
To mend the hurt, that his unkindness marrd;

wrack.
He kisses her, and she, by her good will,
Would never rise, so he will kiss her still. Hot, faint, and weary with her hard embracing,

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!
Whose beams upon his hairless face are fix'd,

And yields at last to every light impression ?
As if from thence they borrow'd all their shine: Things out of hope are compass'd oft with ven
Were never four such lamps together mix'd,

t'ring,
Had not his clonded, with his brows repine. Chiefly in love, whose leave exceeds commission.
But hers, which through the crystal lears gave Affection faints not, like a pale.fac.d coward,
light,

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?

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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,
And on his neck her yoking arms she throws: And fear doth teach it divination.
She sinketh down, still hanging on his neck, I prophecy thy death, my living sorrow,
He on her belly falls, she on her back.

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

hounds. grapes,

"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.
Bat all in vain, good queen, it will not be, *Sometimes he runs among the flock of sheep,
She hath assay'd as much, as may be proved, To make the cunning hounds mistake their smell ;

Her pleading hath deserved a greater fee : And sometime where earth-delving conies keep,
She's love, she loves, and yet she is not loved ! To stop the loud pursuers in their yell;.

'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;
Being ireful on the lion he will venture.

And being low, never relieved by any.
The thorny brambles, and embracing bushes,
As fearful of him, part, through whom he rushes. Nay, do not struggle, for thou shalt not rise :

• 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,
Nor thy soft hand, sweet lips, and crystal eyne, Applying this to that, and so to so ;
Whose full perfection all the world amazes;

For love can comment upon every woe:
But having thee at 'vantage (wondrous dread !)
Would root these beauties, as he roots the

•Where did I leave ?' 'No matter where,' quoth mead.

he,

* 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 ;
Knocks at my heart, and whispers in mine ear, Making it subject to the tyranny
That if I love thee I thy death should fear. Of sad mischances and much misery.

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