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Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear,
Or, like a fairy, trip upon the green;
Or, like a nymph, with long dishevell’d hair,
Dance on the sands, and yet no footing seen :

Love is a spirit all compact of fire,

Not gross to sink, but light and will aspire.
Witness this primrose-bank whereon I lie,
The forceless flowers like sturdy trees support me :
Two strengthless doves will draw me through the sky
From morn till night, even where I list to sport me.

Is love so light, sweet boy, and may it be
That thou should'st think it heavy unto thee?

Is thine own heart to thine own face affected?
Can thy right hand seize love upon thy left ?
Then woo thyself, be of thyself rejected,
Steal thine own freedom, and complain of theft.

Narcissus so himself, himself forsook,
And died to kiss his shadow in the brook.

Torches are made to light, jewels to wear,
Dainties to taste, fresh beauties for the use,
Herbs for their smell, and sappy plants to bear;
Things growing to themselves are growth's abuse:

Seeds spring from seeds, and beauty breedeth beauty ;

Thou wert begot, to get it is thy duty.
Upon the earth's increase why should'st thou feed,
Unless the earth with thy increase be fed ?
By law of nature thou art bound to breed,
That thine may live, when thou thyself art dead:

And so, in spite of death, thou dost survive,
In that thy likeness still is left alive.

By this the love-sick queen began to sweat,
For where they lay the shadow had forsook them,
And 'Titan, tired in the mid-day heat,
With burning eye did hotly overlook them :

Wishing Adonis had his team to guide,

So he were like him, and by Venus' side.
And now Adonis, with a lazy spright,
With a heavy, dark, disliking eye,

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VOL. IX.

His low'ring brows o’erwhelming his fair sight,
Like misty vapours, when they blot the sky,

Souring his cheeks, cries, Fie, no more of love,
The sun doth burn my face, I must remove !

Ah me! (quoth Venus) young, and so unkind:
What bare excuses mak'st thou to be gone?
I'll sigh celestial breath, whose gentle wind
Shall cool the heat of this descending sun.

I'll make a shadow for thee of my hairs,
If they burn too, I'll quench them with my tears.

The sun that shines from heaven shines but warm,
And, lo, I lie between the sun and thee!
T'he heat I have from thence doth little harm,
Thine eye darts forth the fire that burneth me,

And, were I not immortal, life were done

Between this heav'nly and this earthly sun. Art thou obdurate, flinty, hard as steel? Nay more than flint, for stone at rain relenteth, Art thou a woman's son, and canst not feel What 'tis to love, how want of love tormenteth!

Oh! had thy mother borne so bad a mind,

She had not brought forth thee, but died unkind.
What am I, that thou shouldst contemn me this?
Or what great danger dwells upon my suit?
What were thy lips the worse for one poor kiss?
Speak, fair: but speak fair words or else be mute.
Give me one kiss, I'll give it thee again,

And one for int'rest, if thou wilt have twain.
Fie, lifeless picture, cold and senseless stone,
Well-painted idol, image dull and dead;
Statue contenting but the eye alone,
Thing like a man, but of no woman bred :

Thou art no man, though of a man's complexion,
For men will kiss even by their own direction.

This said, impatience choaks her pleading tongue,
And swelling passion doth provoke a pause;
Red cheeks and fiery eyes blaze forth her wrong,
Being judge in love, she cannot right her cause:

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And now she weeps, and now she fain would speak,

And now her sobs do her intendments break. Sometimes she shakes her head, and then his hand ; Now.gazeth she on him, now on the ground; Sometimes her arms infold him like a band? She would, he will not in her arms be bound :

And when from thence he struggles to be gone,

She locks her lily fingers one in one.
Fondling, saith she, since I have hemm'd thee here,
Within the circuit of this ivory pale,
I'll be the park, and thou shalt be my deer, 125)
Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale.

Graze en my lips; and if those hills be dry,
Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.

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Within this limit is relief enough,
Sweet bottom grass, and high delightful plain,
Round rising liillocks, brakes obscure and rough,
To shelter thee from tempest and from rain.

Then be my deer, since I am such a park,

No dog shall rouse thee, though a thousand bark. At this Adonis smiles, as in disdain, That in each cheek appears a pretty dimple: Love made those hollows, if himself were slain, He might be buried in a tomb so simple;

Foreknowing well, if there he came to lie,

Why there love liv'd, and there he could not die: These loving caves, these round enchanted pits, Open'd their mouths to swallow Venus' liking: Being mad before, how doth she now for wits; Struck dead at first, what needs a second striking?

Poor queen of love, in thine own law forlorn, To love a cheek that smiles at thee with scorn.

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Now which way shall she turn? What shall she say?
Her words are done, her woes the more increasing:
The time is spent, her object will away,
And from her twining arms doth urge releasing.

Pity, she cries, some favour, some remorse!
Away he springs, and hasteth to his horse.dk

But, lo! from forth a copse that neighbours by,
A breeding jennet, lusty, young and proud,
Adonis' trampling courser doth espy,
And forth he rushes, suorts, and neighs aloud :

The strong-neck'd steed, being ty'd unto a tree,

Breaketh his reign, and to her straight goes he.
Imperiously he leaps, he neighs, he bounds,
And now his woven girts he breaks asunder;
The bearing earth with his hard hoof he wounds,
Whose hollow womb resounds like heaven's thunder:

The iron bit he crushes 'tween his teeth,
Controlling what he was controlled with.

His ears up-prick'd, his braided hanging mane
Upon his compass'd crest, now stands on end;
His nostrils drink the air, and forth again,
As from a furnace, vapours doth he send;

His eye, which glisters scornfully like fire,
Shews his hot courage, and his high desire.

Sometimes he trots, as if he told the steps,
With gentle majesty and modest pride ;
Anon he rears upright, curvets and leaps,
As who would say, Lo! thus my strength is try'd,

And thus I do to captivate the eye,
Of the fair breeder that is standing by.

What recketh he his rider's angry stir,
His flattering holla or his stand, I say?
What cares he now for curb or pricking spur?
For rich caparisons or trappings gay?

He sees his love and nothing else he sees,

For nothing else with his proud sight agrees.
Like when a painter who'd surpass the life,
In limning out a well proportion'd steed,
His art, with nature's workmanship at strife,
As if the dead the living should exceed :

So did this horse exceed a common one,

In shape, in courage, colour, pace and bone. | Round-hoofd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long,

Broad breast, full eyes, small head, and nostrils wide,

High crest, short ears, straight legs, and passing strong,
Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide.

Look, what a horse should have, he did not lack,
Save a proud rider on so proud a back.

Sometimes he scuds far off, and there he stares,
Anon he starts at stirring of a feather;
To bid the wind abase he now prepares,
And where he run, or fly, they know not whither,

For thro' his main and tail the high wind sings,
Fanning the hairs, which heave like feather'd wings.

He looks upon his love and neighs unto her,
She answers him, as if she knew his mind;
Being proud, as females are, to see him woo her,
She puts on outward strangeness, seems unkind,

Spurns at his love, and scorns the heat he feels,
Beating his kind embracements with her heels.

Then, like a melancholy malcontent,
He vails his tail, that like a falling plume,
Cool shadow to his melting buttocks lent;
He stamps and bites the poor flies in his fume.

His love perceiving how he is enrag'd,

Grew kinder, and his fury was assuag'd. His testy master goes about to take him, When, lo! the unback'd breeder, full of fear, Jealous of catching, swiftly doth forsake him, With her the ho and left Adonis there.

As they were mad, unto the wood they hie them,

Out-stripping crows, that strive to over-fly them.
All swoln with chasing, down Adonis sits,
Banning his boist'rous and unruly beast,
And now the happy season once more fits,
That love-sick Love by pleading may be blest.

For lovers say, the heart hath treble wrong,
When it is barr'd the aidance of the tongue.

An oven that is stopp'd, or river staid,
Burneth more hotly, swelleth with more rage :
So of concealed sorrow may be said,
Free vent of words love's fire doth assuage;

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