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And in her haste unfortunately spies

The foul boar's conquest on her fair delight;

Which seen, her eyes, as murdered with the

view,

Like stars ashamed of day, themselves withdrew.

Or, as the snail, whose tender horns being hit,
Shrinks backward in his shelly cave with pain,
And there, all smothered up, in shade doth sit,
Long after fearing to creep forth again;

So, at his bloody view, her eyes are fled
Into the deep, dark cabins of her head;

Where they resign their office and their light
To the disposing of her troubled brain;
Who bids them still consort with ugly night,
And never wound the heart with looks again;
Who, like a king perplexéd in his throne,
By their suggestion gives a deadly groan,

Whereat each tributary subject quakes:
As when the wind, imprisoned in the ground,
Struggling for passage, earth's foundation shakes,
Which with cold terror doth men's minds confound,
The mutiny each part doth so surprise,

That from their dark beds once more leap her eyes;

And, being opened, threw unwilling light

Upon the wide wound that the boar had trenched
In his soft flank; whose wonted lily white

With purple tears, that his wound wept, was drenched:

No flower was nigh, no grass, herb, leaf, or weed, But stole his blood, and seemed with him to bleed

This solemn sympathy poor Venus noteth;
Over one shoulder doth she hang her head;
Dumbly she passions, franticly she doteth;
She thinks he could not die, he is not dead.
Her voice is stopped, her joints forget to bow;
Her eyes are mad that they have wept till now.

Upon his hurt she looks so steadfastly

That her sight dazzling makes the wound seem three;
And then she reprehends her mangling eye
That makes more gashes where no breach should be:
His face seems twain, each several limb is doubled;
For oft the eye mistakes, the brain being troubled.

My tongue cannot express my grief for one, And yet," quoth she, " behold two Adons dead! My sighs are blown away, my salt tears gone, Mine eyes are turned to fire, my heart to lead: Heavy heart's lead melt at mine eyes' red fire! So shall I die by drops of hot desire.

"Alas, poor world, what treasure hast thou lost! What face remains alive that's worth the viewing? Whose tongue is music now? what canst thou boast Of things long since, or any thing ensuing?

The flowers are sweet, their colors fresh and trim ; But true-sweet beauty lived and died with him.

you:

"Bonnet nor veil henceforth no creature wear!
Nor sun nor wind will ever strive to kiss
Having no fair to lose, you need not fear;
The sun doth scorn you, and the wind doth hiss

you:

1 Fair, beauty.

But when Adonis lived, sun and sharp air
Lurked like two thieves to rob him of his fair,

"And therefore would he put his bonnet on,
Under whose brim the gaudy sun would peep;
The wind would blow it off, and, being gone,
Play with his locks; then would Adonis weep:
And straight, in pity of his tender years,

They both would strive who first should dry his

tears.

"To see his face the lion walked along

Behind some hedge, because he would not fear him:
To recreate himself, when he hath sung,

The tiger would be tame and gently hear him:
If he had spoke the wolf would leave his prey,
And never fright the silly lamb that day.

"When he beheld his shadow in the brook The fishes spread on it their golden gills; When he was by the birds such pleasure took, That some would sing, some other in their bills Would bring him mulberries, and ripe-red cherries;

He fed them with his sight, they him with berries.

"But this foul, grim, and urchin-snouted1 boar,
Whose downward eye still looketh for a grave,
Ne'er saw the beauteous livery that he wore:
Witness the entertainment that he gave;

If he did see his face, why then I know
He thought to kiss him, and hath killed him so.

1 Urchin-snouted, with the snout of the urchin, or hedgehog.

"Tis true, 'tis true; thus was Adonis slain;
He ran upon the boar with his sharp spear,
Who did not whet his teeth at him again,
But by a kiss thought to persuade him there;
And nuzzling in his flank the loving swine
Sheathed, unaware, the tusk in his soft groin.

"Had I been toothed like him I must confess
With kissing him I should have killed him first;
But he is dead, and never did he bless
My youth with his; the more am I accurst."
With this she falleth in the place she stood,
And stains her face with his congealéd blood.

She looks upon his lips, and they are pale;
She takes him by the hand, and that is cold;
She whispers in his ears a heavy tale,

As if they heard the woful words she told :

She lifts the coffer-lids that close his eyes,

Where, lo! two lamps, burnt out, in darkness

lies:

Two glasses where herself herself beheld
A thousand times, and now no more reflect;
Their virtue lost, wherein they late excelled,
And every beauty robbed of his effect:

"Wonder of time," quoth she, "this is my spite, That you being dead the day should yet be light.

"Since thou art dead, lo! here I prophesy,
Sorrow on love hereafter shall attend ;
It shall be waited on with jealousy,
Find sweet beginning but unsavory end;
Ne'er settled equally, but high or low;

That all love's pleasure shall not match his woe.

"It shall be fickle, false, and full of fraud;
Bud and be blasted in a breathing while;
The bottom poison, and the top o'erstrawed1
With sweets that shall the truest sight beguile:

The strongest body shall it make most weak, Strike the wise dumb, and teach the fool to speak.

"It shall be sparing, and too full of riot, Teaching decrepit age to tread the measures; The staring ruffian shall it keep in quiet,.

2

Pluck down the rich, enrich the poor with treas

ures:

It shall be raging mad, and silly mild,

Make the young old, the old become a child.

"It shall suspect, where is no cause of fear;
It shall not fear where it should most mistrust;
It shall be merciful, and too severe,
And most deceiving when it seems most just;
Perverse it shall be where it shows most toward,
Put fear to valor, courage to the coward.

"It shall be cause of war and dire events,
And set dissension 'twixt the son and sire;
Subject and servile to all discontents,
As dry combustious matter is to fire;

Sith in his prime death doth my love destroy,
They that love best their love shall not enjoy."

By this, the boy that by her side lay killed
Was melted like a vapor from her sight,

1 O'erstrawed, o'erstrewed.

2 Measures, grave dances suited to age.

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