And now Adonis, with a lazy spright, His lowering brows o'erwhelming his fair sight, Souring his cheeks, cries. 'Fie, no more of love! The sun doth burn my tace; I must remove.' 'Ah me!' quoth Venus, 'young, and so unkind? If they burn too, I'll quench them with my tears. • The sun that shines from heaven, shines but warm ; Art thou obdurate, flinty, hard as steel? Nay, more than flint, for stone at rain relenteth : She had not brought forth thee, but died unkind. Without children. • What am I, that thou shouldst contemn me this? And one for interest, 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 com plexion ; For men will kiss even by their own direction.' This said, impatience chokes her pleading tongue, And now her sobs do her intendments 1 break. Sometimes she shakes her head, and then his hand; And when from thence he struggles to be gone, ■ Intentions. Fondling,' she saith, since I have hemm'd thee here, Within the circuit of this ivory pale, I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer; • Within this limit is relief enough; No dog shall rouse thee, though a thousand bark.' At this Adonis smiles, as in disdain, That in each cheek appears a pretty dimple: Foreknowing well, if there he came to lie, Why there Love lived, and there he could not die. These lovely caves, these round enchanting pits, Now which way shall she turn? what shall she 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 favor! some remorse!' i Away he springs, and hasteth to his horse. But, lo, from forth a copse that neighbors by, And forth she rushes, snorts, and neighs aloud: Imperiously he leaps, he neighs, he bounds, der: The iron bit he crusheth 'tween his teeth, His ears up prick'd; his braided hanging mane 1 Kemorse is here used for tenderness. Arched. His eye, which scornfully glisters like fire. Sometime he trots, as if he told the steps, As who should say, Lo! thus my strength is tried; And this I do to captivate the eye Of the fair breeder that is standing by. What recketh he his rider's angry stır, He sees his love, and nothing else he sees, Look, when a painter would surpass the life, So did this horse excel a common one, Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril 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. |