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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 1045 ***
+
+ VENUS AND ADONIS
+
+
+ by William Shakespeare
+
+
+            _Vilia miretur vulgus; mihi flavus Apollo
+            Pocula Castalia plena ministret aqua._
+
+
+TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE
+
+HENRY WRIOTHESLEY,  EARL OF SOUTHAMPTON,
+
+and Baron of Titchfield.
+
+
+Right Honourable, I know not how I shall offend in dedicating my
+unpolished lines to your lordship, nor how the world will censure me
+for choosing so strong a prop to support so weak a burthen: only, if
+your honour seem but pleased, I account myself highly praised, and vow
+to take advantage of all idle hours, till I have honoured you with some
+graver labour. But if the first heir of my invention prove deformed, I
+shall be sorry it had so noble a godfather, and never after ear so
+barren a land, for fear it yield me still so bad a harvest. I leave it
+to your honourable survey, and your honour to your heart’s content;
+which I wish may always answer your own wish and the world’s hopeful
+expectation.
+
+
+Your honour’s in all duty,
+
+
+WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.
+
+
+ VENUS AND ADONIS
+
+
+Even as the sun with purple-colour’d face
+Had ta’en his last leave of the weeping morn,
+Rose-cheek’d Adonis hied him to the chase;
+Hunting he lov’d, but love he laugh’d to scorn;        4
+  Sick-thoughted Venus makes amain unto him,
+  And like a bold-fac’d suitor ’gins to woo him.
+
+“Thrice fairer than myself,” thus she began,
+“The field’s chief flower, sweet above compare,        8
+Stain to all nymphs, more lovely than a man,
+More white and red than doves or roses are:
+  Nature that made thee, with herself at strife,
+  Saith that the world hath ending with thy life.     12
+
+“Vouchsafe, thou wonder, to alight thy steed,
+And rein his proud head to the saddle-bow;
+If thou wilt deign this favour, for thy meed
+A thousand honey secrets shalt thou know:             16
+  Here come and sit, where never serpent hisses,
+  And being set, I’ll smother thee with kisses.
+
+“And yet not cloy thy lips with loath’d satiety,
+But rather famish them amid their plenty,             20
+Making them red, and pale, with fresh variety:
+Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty:
+  A summer’s day will seem an hour but short,
+  Being wasted in such time-beguiling sport.”         24
+
+With this she seizeth on his sweating palm,
+The precedent of pith and livelihood,
+And trembling in her passion, calls it balm,
+Earth’s sovereign salve to do a goddess good:         28
+  Being so enrag’d, desire doth lend her force
+  Courageously to pluck him from his horse.
+
+Over one arm the lusty courser’s rein,
+Under her other was the tender boy,                   32
+Who blush’d and pouted in a dull disdain,
+With leaden appetite, unapt to toy;
+  She red and hot as coals of glowing fire,
+  He red for shame, but frosty in desire.             36
+
+The studded bridle on a ragged bough
+Nimbly she fastens;—O! how quick is love!—
+The steed is stalled up, and even now
+To tie the rider she begins to prove:                 40
+  Backward she push’d him, as she would be thrust,
+  And govern’d him in strength, though not in lust.
+
+So soon was she along, as he was down,
+Each leaning on their elbows and their hips:          44
+Now doth she stroke his cheek, now doth he frown,
+And ’gins to chide, but soon she stops his lips,
+  And kissing speaks, with lustful language broken,
+  “If thou wilt chide, thy lips shall never open.”    48
+
+He burns with bashful shame, she with her tears
+Doth quench the maiden burning of his cheeks;
+Then with her windy sighs and golden hairs
+To fan and blow them dry again she seeks.             52
+  He saith she is immodest, blames her miss;
+  What follows more, she murders with a kiss.
+
+Even as an empty eagle, sharp by fast,
+Tires with her beak on feathers, flesh and bone,      56
+Shaking her wings, devouring all in haste,
+Till either gorge be stuff’d or prey be gone:
+  Even so she kiss’d his brow, his cheek, his chin,
+  And where she ends she doth anew begin.             60
+
+Forc’d to content, but never to obey,
+Panting he lies, and breatheth in her face.
+She feedeth on the steam, as on a prey,
+And calls it heavenly moisture, air of grace,         64
+  Wishing her cheeks were gardens full of flowers
+  So they were dew’d with such distilling showers.
+
+Look how a bird lies tangled in a net,
+So fasten’d in her arms Adonis lies;                  68
+Pure shame and aw’d resistance made him fret,
+Which bred more beauty in his angry eyes:
+  Rain added to a river that is rank
+  Perforce will force it overflow the bank.           72
+
+Still she entreats, and prettily entreats,
+For to a pretty ear she tunes her tale.
+Still is he sullen, still he lours and frets,
+’Twixt crimson shame and anger ashy pale;             76
+  Being red she loves him best, and being white,
+  Her best is better’d with a more delight.
+
+Look how he can, she cannot choose but love;
+And by her fair immortal hand she swears,             80
+From his soft bosom never to remove,
+Till he take truce with her contending tears,
+  Which long have rain’d, making her cheeks all wet;
+  And one sweet kiss shall pay this countless debt.
+
+Upon this promise did he raise his chin,               85
+Like a dive-dapper peering through a wave,
+Who, being look’d on, ducks as quickly in;
+So offers he to give what she did crave,               88
+  But when her lips were ready for his pay,
+  He winks, and turns his lips another way.
+
+Never did passenger in summer’s heat
+More thirst for drink than she for this good turn.    92
+Her help she sees, but help she cannot get;
+She bathes in water, yet her fire must burn:
+  “O! pity,” ’gan she cry, “flint-hearted boy,
+  ’Tis but a kiss I beg; why art thou coy?            96
+
+“I have been woo’d as I entreat thee now,
+Even by the stern and direful god of war,
+Whose sinewy neck in battle ne’er did bow,
+Who conquers where he comes in every jar;             100
+  Yet hath he been my captive and my slave,
+  And begg’d for that which thou unask’d shalt have.
+
+“Over my altars hath he hung his lance,
+His batter’d shield, his uncontrolled crest,          104
+And for my sake hath learn’d to sport and dance,
+To toy, to wanton, dally, smile, and jest;
+  Scorning his churlish drum and ensign red
+  Making my arms his field, his tent my bed.         108
+
+“Thus he that overrul’d I oversway’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.                112
+  Oh be not proud, nor brag not of thy might,
+  For mast’ring her that foil’d the god of fight.
+
+“Touch but my lips with those fair lips of thine,
+Though mine be not so fair, yet are they red,        116
+The kiss shall be thine own as well as mine:
+What see’st thou in the ground? hold up thy head,
+  Look in mine eyeballs, there thy beauty lies;
+  Then why not lips on lips, since eyes in eyes?     120
+
+“Art thou asham’d to kiss? then wink again,
+And I will wink; so shall the day seem night.
+Love keeps his revels where there are but twain;
+Be bold to play, our sport is not in sight,          124
+  These blue-vein’d violets whereon we lean
+  Never can blab, nor know not what we mean.
+
+“The tender spring upon thy tempting lip             127
+Shows thee unripe; yet mayst thou well be tasted,
+Make use of time, let not advantage slip;
+Beauty within itself should not be wasted,
+  Fair flowers that are not gather’d in their prime
+  Rot, and consume themselves in little time.         132
+
+“Were I hard-favour’d, foul, or wrinkled old,
+Ill-nurtur’d, crooked, churlish, harsh in voice,
+O’erworn, despised, rheumatic, and cold,
+Thick-sighted, barren, lean, and lacking juice,      136
+  Then mightst thou pause, for then I were not for thee;
+  But having no defects, why dost abhor me?
+
+“Thou canst not see one wrinkle in my brow,           139
+Mine eyes are grey and bright, and quick in turning;
+My beauty as the spring doth yearly grow,
+My flesh is soft and plump, my marrow burning,
+  My smooth moist hand, were it with thy hand felt,
+  Would in thy palm dissolve, or seem to melt.       144
+
+“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.         148
+  Love is a spirit all compact of fire,
+  Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire.
+
+“Witness this primrose bank whereon I lie:           151
+These 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 shouldst think it heavy unto thee?       156
+
+“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 on theft.      160
+  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 beauty for the use,         164
+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 wast begot; to get it is thy duty.            168
+
+“Upon the earth’s increase why shouldst 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;      172
+  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,      176
+And Titan, tired in the midday heat,
+With burning eye did hotly overlook them,
+  Wishing Adonis had his team to guide,
+  So he were like him and by Venus’ side.            180
+
+And now Adonis with a lazy spright,
+And with a heavy, dark, disliking eye,
+His louring brows o’erwhelming his fair sight,
+Like misty vapours when they blot the sky,           184
+  Souring his cheeks, cries, “Fie, no more of love:
+  The sun doth burn my face; I must remove.”
+
+“Ay me,” quoth Venus, “young, and so unkind!
+What bare excuses mak’st thou to be gone!            188
+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.  192
+
+“The sun that shines from heaven shines but warm,
+And lo I lie between that sun and thee:
+The heat I have from thence doth little harm,
+Thine eye darts forth the fire that burneth me;      196
+  And were I not immortal, life were done,
+  Between this heavenly and earthly sun.
+
+“Art thou obdurate, flinty, hard as steel?
+Nay more than flint, for stone at rain relenteth:    200
+Art thou a woman’s son and canst not feel
+What ’tis to love, how want of love tormenteth?
+  O had thy mother borne so hard a mind,
+  She had not brought forth thee, but died unkind.   204
+
+“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:  208
+  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,              212
+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.”    216
+
+This said, impatience chokes 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.     220
+  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;            224
+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.             228
+
+“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;
+Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale:        232
+  Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry,
+  Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.
+
+“Within this limit is relief enough,
+Sweet bottom grass and high delightful plain,        236
+Round rising hillocks, brakes obscure and rough,
+To shelter thee from tempest and from rain:
+  Then be my deer, since I am such a park,           239
+  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;              244
+  Foreknowing well, if there he came to lie,
+  Why there love liv’d, and there he could not die.
+
+These lovely caves, these round enchanting pits,
+Open’d their mouths to swallow Venus’ liking.        248
+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 in scorn!      252
+
+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:       256
+  “Pity,” she cries; “some favour, some remorse!”
+  Away he springs, and hasteth to his horse.
+
+But lo from forth a copse that neighbours by,
+A breeding jennet, lusty, young, and proud,          260
+Adonis’ tramping courser doth espy,
+And forth she rushes, snorts and neighs aloud:
+  The strong-neck’d steed, being tied unto a tree,
+  Breaketh his rein, and to her straight goes he.    264
+
+Imperiously he leaps, he neighs, he bounds,
+And now his woven girths he breaks asunder;
+The bearing earth with his hard hoof he wounds,
+Whose hollow womb resounds like heaven’s thunder;
+  The iron bit he crusheth ’tween his teeth,         269
+  Controlling what he was controlled with.
+
+His ears up-prick’d; his braided hanging mane
+Upon his compass’d crest now stand on end;           272
+His nostrils drink the air, and forth again,
+As from a furnace, vapours doth he send:
+  His eye, which scornfully glisters like fire,
+  Shows his hot courage and his high desire.         276
+
+Sometime he trots, as if he told the steps,
+With gentle majesty and modest pride;
+Anon he rears upright, curvets and leaps,
+As who should say, “Lo thus my strength is tried;
+  And this I do to captivate the eye                 281
+  Of the fair breeder that is standing by.”
+
+What recketh he his rider’s angry stir,
+His flattering “Holla”, or his “Stand, I say”?       284
+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.      288
+
+Look when a painter would 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:             292
+  So did this horse excel a common one,
+  In shape, in courage, colour, pace and bone.
+
+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.             300
+
+Sometimes he scuds far off, and there he stares;
+Anon he starts at stirring of a feather:
+To bid the wind a base he now prepares,
+And where he run or fly they know not whether;       304
+  For through his mane and tail the high wind sings,
+  Fanning the hairs, who wave like feather’d wings.
+
+He looks upon his love, and neighs unto her;
+She answers him as if she knew his mind,             308
+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.      312
+
+Then like a melancholy malcontent,
+He vails his tail that like a falling plume,
+Cool shadow to his melting buttock lent:
+He stamps, and bites the poor flies in his fume.     316
+  His love, perceiving how he was enrag’d,
+  Grew kinder, and his fury was assuag’d.
+
+His testy master goeth about to take him,
+When lo the unback’d breeder, full of fear,         320
+Jealous of catching, swiftly doth forsake him,
+With her the horse, and left Adonis there:
+  As they were mad, unto the wood they hie them,
+  Outstripping crows that strive to overfly them.    324
+
+All swoln with chafing, down Adonis sits,
+Banning his boisterous and unruly beast;
+And now the happy season once more fits
+That love-sick love by pleading may be blest;        328
+  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 stay’d,
+Burneth more hotly, swelleth with more rage:         332
+So of concealed sorrow may be said,
+Free vent of words love’s fire doth assuage;
+  But when the heart’s attorney once is mute,
+  The client breaks, as desperate in his suit.       336
+
+He sees her coming, and begins to glow,
+Even as a dying coal revives with wind,
+And with his bonnet hides his angry brow,
+Looks on the dull earth with disturbed mind,         340
+  Taking no notice that she is so nigh,
+  For all askance he holds her in his eye.
+
+O what a sight it was, wistly to view
+How she came stealing to the wayward boy,            344
+To note the fighting conflict of her hue,
+How white and red each other did destroy:
+  But now her cheek was pale, and by and by
+  It flash’d forth fire, as lightning from the sky.  348
+
+Now was she just before him as he sat,
+And like a lowly lover down she kneels;
+With one fair hand she heaveth up his hat,
+Her other tender hand his fair cheek feels:          352
+  His tend’rer cheek receives her soft hand’s print,
+  As apt as new-fall’n snow takes any dint.
+
+Oh what a war of looks was then between them,
+Her eyes petitioners to his eyes suing,              356
+His eyes saw her eyes, as they had not seen them,
+Her eyes woo’d still, his eyes disdain’d the wooing:
+  And all this dumb play had his acts made plain
+  With tears, which, chorus-like, her eyes did rain.
+
+Full gently now she takes him by the hand,           361
+A lily prison’d in a gaol of snow,
+Or ivory in an alabaster band,
+So white a friend engirts so white a foe:            364
+  This beauteous combat, wilful and unwilling,
+  Show’d like two silver doves that sit a-billing.
+
+Once more the engine of her thoughts began:
+“O fairest mover on this mortal round,               368
+Would thou wert as I am, and I a man,
+My heart all whole as thine, thy heart my wound,
+  For one sweet look thy help I would assure thee,
+  Though nothing but my body’s bane would cure thee.”
+
+“Give me my hand,” saith he, “why dost thou feel it?”
+“Give me my heart,” saith she, “and thou shalt have it.
+O give it me lest thy hard heart do steel it,
+And being steel’d, soft sighs can never grave it.    376
+  Then love’s deep groans I never shall regard,
+  Because Adonis’ heart hath made mine hard.”
+
+“For shame,” he cries, “let go, and let me go,
+My day’s delight is past, my horse is gone,          380
+And ’tis your fault I am bereft him so,
+I pray you hence, and leave me here alone,
+  For all my mind, my thought, my busy care,
+  Is how to get my palfrey from the mare.”           384
+
+Thus she replies: “Thy palfrey as he should,
+Welcomes the warm approach of sweet desire,
+Affection is a coal that must be cool’d;
+Else, suffer’d, it will set the heart on fire,       388
+  The sea hath bounds, but deep desire hath none;
+  Therefore no marvel though thy horse be gone.
+
+“How like a jade he stood tied to the tree,
+Servilely master’d with a leathern rein!             392
+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,
+  Enfranchising his mouth, his back, his breast.     396
+
+“Who sees his true-love in her naked bed,
+Teaching the sheets a whiter hue than white,
+But when his glutton eye so full hath fed,
+His other agents aim at like delight?                400
+  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,           404
+To take advantage on presented joy,
+Though I were dumb, yet his proceedings teach thee.
+  O learn to love, the lesson is but plain,
+  And once made perfect, never lost again.”          408
+
+“I know not love,” quoth he, “nor will not know it,
+Unless it be a boar, and then I chase it;
+’Tis much to borrow, and I will not owe it;
+My love to love is love but to disgrace it;          412
+  For I have heard, it is a life in death,
+  That laughs and weeps, and all but with a breath.
+
+“Who wears a garment shapeless and unfinish’d?
+Who plucks the bud before one leaf put forth?        416
+If springing things be any jot diminish’d,
+They wither in their prime, prove nothing worth;
+  The colt that’s back’d and burden’d being young,
+  Loseth his pride, and never waxeth strong.         420
+
+“You hurt my hand with wringing. Let us part,
+And leave this idle theme, this bootless chat:
+Remove your siege from my unyielding heart,
+To love’s alarms it will not ope the gate:           424
+  Dismiss your vows, your feigned tears, your flatt’ry;
+  For where a heart is hard they make no batt’ry.”
+
+“What! canst thou talk?” quoth she, “hast thou a tongue?
+O would thou hadst not, or I had no hearing;        428
+Thy mermaid’s voice hath done me double wrong;
+I had my load before, now press’d with bearing:
+  Melodious discord, heavenly tune, harsh-sounding,
+  Ear’s deep sweet music, and heart’s deep sore wounding.
+
+“Had I no eyes but ears, my ears would love          433
+That inward beauty and invisible;
+Or were I deaf, thy outward parts would move
+Each part in me that were but sensible:              436
+  Though neither eyes nor ears, to hear nor see,
+  Yet should I be in love by touching thee.
+
+“Say that the sense of feeling were bereft me,
+And that I could not see, nor hear, nor touch,       440
+And nothing but the very smell were left me,
+Yet would my love to thee be still as much;
+  For from the stillitory of thy face excelling
+  Comes breath perfum’d, that breedeth love by smelling.
+
+“But oh what banquet wert thou to the taste,         445
+Being nurse and feeder of the other four;
+Would they not wish the feast might ever last,
+And bid suspicion double-lock the door,
+  Lest jealousy, that sour unwelcome guest,
+  Should by his stealing in disturb the feast?”      448
+
+Once more the ruby-colour’d portal open’d,
+Which to his speech did honey passage yield,         452
+Like a red morn that ever yet betoken’d
+Wrack to the seaman, tempest to the field,
+  Sorrow to shepherds, woe unto the birds,
+  Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds.      456
+
+This ill presage advisedly she marketh:
+Even as the wind is hush’d before it raineth,
+Or as the wolf doth grin before he barketh,
+Or as the berry breaks before it staineth,           460
+  Or like the deadly bullet of a gun,
+  His meaning struck her ere his words begun.
+
+And at his look she flatly falleth down
+For looks kill love, and love by looks reviveth;     464
+A smile recures the wounding of a frown;
+But blessed bankrout, that by love so thriveth!
+  The silly boy, believing she is dead,
+  Claps her pale cheek, till clapping makes it red.  468
+
+And all amaz’d brake off his late intent,
+For sharply he did think to reprehend her,
+Which cunning love did wittily prevent:
+Fair fall the wit that can so well defend her!       472
+  For on the grass she lies as she were slain,
+  Till his breath breatheth life in her again.
+
+He wrings her nose, he strikes her on the cheeks,
+He bends her fingers, holds her pulses hard,         476
+He chafes her lips; a thousand ways he seeks
+To mend the hurt that his unkindness marr’d:
+  He kisses her; and she, by her good will,
+  Will never rise, so he will kiss her still.        480
+
+The night of sorrow now is turn’d to day:
+Her two blue windows faintly she up-heaveth,
+Like the fair sun when in his fresh array
+He cheers the morn, and all the world relieveth:     484
+  And as the bright sun glorifies the sky,
+  So is her face illumin’d with her eye.
+
+Whose beams upon his hairless face are fix’d,
+As if from thence they borrow’d all their shine.     488
+Were never four such lamps together mix’d,
+Had not his clouded with his brow’s repine;
+  But hers, which through the crystal tears gave light
+  Shone like the moon in water seen by night.        492
+
+“O where am I?” quoth she, “in earth or heaven?
+Or in the ocean drench’d, or in the fire?
+What hour is this? or morn or weary even?
+Do I delight to die, or life desire?                 496
+  But now I liv’d, and life was death’s annoy;
+  But now I died, and death was lively joy.
+
+“O thou didst kill me; kill me once again:
+Thy eyes’ shrewd tutor, that hard heart of thine,    500
+Hath taught them scornful tricks, and such disdain,
+That they have murder’d this poor heart of mine;
+  And these mine eyes, true leaders to their queen,
+  But for thy piteous lips no more had seen.         504
+
+“Long may they kiss each other for this cure!
+Oh never let their crimson liveries wear,
+And as they last, their verdure still endure,
+To drive infection from the dangerous year:          508
+  That the star-gazers, having writ on death,
+  May say, the plague is banish’d by thy breath.
+
+“Pure lips, sweet seals in my soft lips imprinted,
+What bargains may I make, still to be sealing?       512
+To sell myself I can be well contented,
+So thou wilt buy, and pay, and use good dealing;
+  Which purchase if thou make, for fear of slips,
+  Set thy seal manual on my wax-red lips.            516
+
+“A thousand kisses buys my heart from me;
+And pay them at thy leisure, one by one,
+What is ten hundred touches unto thee?
+Are they not quickly told and quickly gone?          520
+  Say, for non-payment that the debt should double,
+  Is twenty hundred kisses such a trouble?”
+
+“Fair queen,” quoth he, “if any love you owe me,
+Measure my strangeness with my unripe years:         524
+Before I know myself, seek not to know me;
+No fisher but the ungrown fry forbears:
+  The mellow plum doth fall, the green sticks fast,
+  Or being early pluck’d, is sour to taste.          528
+
+“Look the world’s comforter, with weary gait
+His day’s hot task hath ended in the west;
+The owl, night’s herald, shrieks, ’tis very late;
+The sheep are gone to fold, birds to their nest,     532
+  And coal-black clouds that shadow heaven’s light
+  Do summon us to part, and bid good night.
+
+“Now let me say good night, and so say you;
+If you will say so, you shall have a kiss.”          536
+“Good night,” quoth she; and ere he says adieu,
+The honey fee of parting tender’d is:
+  Her arms do lend his neck a sweet embrace;
+  Incorporate then they seem, face grows to face.    540
+
+Till breathless he disjoin’d, and backward drew
+The heavenly moisture, that sweet coral mouth,
+Whose precious taste her thirsty lips well knew,
+Whereon they surfeit, yet complain on drouth,        544
+  He with her plenty press’d, she faint with dearth,
+  Their lips together glued, fall to the earth.
+
+Now quick desire hath caught the yielding prey,
+And glutton-like she feeds, yet never filleth;       548
+Her lips are conquerors, his lips obey,
+Paying what ransom the insulter willeth;
+  Whose vulture thought doth pitch the price so high,
+  That she will draw his lips’ rich treasure dry.    552
+
+And having felt the sweetness of the spoil,
+With blindfold fury she begins to forage;
+Her face doth reek and smoke, her blood doth boil,
+And careless lust stirs up a desperate courage,      556
+  Planting oblivion, beating reason back,
+  Forgetting shame’s pure blush and honour’s wrack.
+
+Hot, faint, and weary, with her hard embracing,
+Like a wild bird being tam’d with too much handling,
+Or as the fleet-foot roe that’s tir’d with chasing,  561
+Or like the froward infant still’d with dandling:
+  He now obeys, and now no more resisteth,
+  While she takes all she can, not all she listeth.  564
+
+What wax so frozen but dissolves with temp’ring,
+And yields at last to every light impression?
+Things out of hope are compass’d oft with vent’ring,
+Chiefly in love, whose leave exceeds commission:     568
+  Affection faints not like a pale-fac’d coward,
+  But then woos best when most his choice is froward.
+
+When he did frown, O had she then gave over,
+Such nectar from his lips she had not suck’d.        572
+Foul words and frowns must not repel a lover;
+What though the rose have prickles, yet ’tis pluck’d.
+  Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast,
+  Yet love breaks through, and picks them all at last.
+
+For pity now she can no more detain him;             577
+The poor fool prays her that he may depart:
+She is resolv’d no longer to restrain him,
+Bids him farewell, and look well to her heart,       580
+  The which by Cupid’s bow she doth protest,
+  He carries thence encaged in his breast.
+
+“Sweet boy,” she says, “this night I’ll waste in sorrow,
+For my sick heart commands mine eyes to watch.       584
+Tell me, love’s master, shall we meet tomorrow
+Say, shall we? shall we? wilt thou make the match?”
+  He tells her no, tomorrow he intends
+  To hunt the boar with certain of his friends.      588
+
+“The boar!” quoth she; whereat a sudden pale,
+Like lawn being spread upon the blushing rose,
+Usurps her cheek, she trembles at his tale,
+And on his neck her yoking arms she throws.          592
+  She sinketh down, still hanging by his neck,
+  He on her belly falls, she on her back.
+
+Now is she in the very lists of love,
+Her champion mounted for the hot encounter:          596
+All is imaginary she doth prove,
+He will not manage her, although he mount her;
+  That worse than Tantalus’ is her annoy,
+  To clip Elysium and to lack her joy.               600
+
+Even as poor birds, deceiv’d with painted grapes,
+Do surfeit by the eye and pine the maw:
+Even so she languisheth in her mishaps,
+As those poor birds that helpless berries saw.       604
+  The warm effects which she in him finds missing,
+  She seeks to kindle with continual kissing.
+
+But all in vain, good queen, it will not be,
+She hath assay’d as much as may be prov’d;           608
+Her pleading hath deserv’d a greater fee;
+She’s love, she loves, and yet she is not lov’d.
+  “Fie, fie,” he says, “you crush me; let me go;
+  You have no reason to withhold me so.”             612
+
+“Thou hadst been gone,” quoth she, “sweet boy, ere this,
+But that thou told’st me thou wouldst hunt the boar.
+Oh be advis’d; thou know’st not what it is,
+With javelin’s point a churlish swine to gore,       616
+  Whose tushes never sheath’d he whetteth still,
+  Like to a mortal butcher, bent to kill.
+
+“On his bow-back he hath a battle set
+Of bristly pikes, that ever threat his foes;         620
+His eyes like glow-worms shine when he doth fret;
+His snout digs sepulchres where’er he goes;
+  Being mov’d, he strikes whate’er is in his way,
+  And whom he strikes his crooked tushes slay.       624
+
+“His brawny sides, with hairy bristles armed,
+Are better proof than thy spear’s point can enter;
+His short thick neck cannot be easily harmed;
+Being ireful, on the lion he will venture:           628
+  The thorny brambles and embracing bushes,
+  As fearful of him, part, through whom he rushes.
+
+“Alas! he naught esteems that face of thine,
+To which love’s eyes pay tributary gazes;            632
+Nor thy soft hands, sweet lips, and crystal eyne,
+Whose full perfection all the world amazes;
+  But having thee at vantage, wondrous dread!
+  Would root these beauties as he roots the mead.
+
+“Oh let him keep his loathsome cabin still,          637
+Beauty hath naught to do with such foul fiends:
+Come not within his danger by thy will;
+They that thrive well, take counsel of their friends.
+  When thou didst name the boar, not to dissemble,
+  I fear’d thy fortune, and my joints did tremble.
+
+“Didst thou not mark my face, was it not white?
+Saw’st thou not signs of fear lurk in mine eye?      644
+Grew I not faint, and fell I not downright?
+Within my bosom, whereon thou dost lie,
+  My boding heart pants, beats, and takes no rest,
+  But like an earthquake, shakes thee on my breast.
+
+“For where love reigns, disturbing jealousy          649
+Doth call himself affection’s sentinel;
+Gives false alarms, suggesteth mutiny,
+And in a peaceful hour doth cry “Kill, kill!”        652
+  Distemp’ring gentle love in his desire,
+  As air and water do abate the fire.
+
+“This sour informer, this bate-breeding spy,
+This canker that eats up love’s tender spring,       656
+This carry-tale, dissentious jealousy,
+That sometime true news, sometime false doth bring,
+  Knocks at my heart, and whispers in mine ear,
+  That if I love thee, I thy death should fear.      660
+
+“And more than so, presenteth to mine eye
+The picture of an angry chafing boar,
+Under whose sharp fangs on his back doth lie
+An image like thyself, all stain’d with gore;        664
+  Whose blood upon the fresh flowers being shed,
+  Doth make them droop with grief and hang the head.
+
+“What should I do, seeing thee so indeed,
+That tremble at th’imagination?                      668
+The thought of it doth make my faint heart bleed,
+And fear doth teach it divination:
+  I prophesy thy death, my living sorrow,
+  If thou encounter with the boar tomorrow.          672
+
+“But if thou needs wilt hunt, be rul’d by me;
+Uncouple at the timorous flying hare,
+Or at the fox which lives by subtilty,
+Or at the roe which no encounter dare:               676
+  Pursue these fearful creatures o’er the downs,
+  And on thy well-breath’d horse keep with thy hounds.
+
+“And when thou hast on foot the purblind hare,
+Mark the poor wretch, to overshoot his troubles      680
+How he outruns the wind, and with what care
+He cranks and crosses with a thousand doubles:
+  The many musits through the which he goes
+  Are like a labyrinth to amaze his foes.            684
+
+“Sometime he runs among a flock of sheep,
+To make the cunning hounds mistake their smell,
+And sometime where earth-delving conies keep,
+To stop the loud pursuers in their yell,             688
+  And sometime sorteth with a herd of deer;
+  Danger deviseth shifts, wit waits on fear.
+
+“For there his smell with others being mingled,      691
+The hot scent-snuffing hounds are driven to doubt,
+Ceasing their clamorous cry, till they have singled
+With much ado the cold fault cleanly out;
+  Then do they spend their mouths: echo replies,
+  As if another chase were in the skies.             696
+
+“By this, poor Wat, far off upon a hill,
+Stands on his hinder legs with list’ning ear,
+To hearken if his foes pursue him still.
+Anon their loud alarums he doth hear;                700
+  And now his grief may be compared well
+  To one sore sick that hears the passing bell.
+
+“Then shalt thou see the dew-bedabbled wretch
+Turn, and return, indenting with the way,            704
+Each envious briar his weary legs do scratch,
+Each shadow makes him stop, each murmur stay:
+  For misery is trodden on by many,
+  And being low never reliev’d by any.               708
+
+“Lie quietly, and hear a little more;
+Nay, do not struggle, for thou shalt not rise:
+To make thee hate the hunting of the boar,
+Unlike myself thou hear’st me moralize,              712
+  Applying this to that, and so to so,
+  For love can comment upon every woe.
+
+“Where did I leave?” “No matter where,” quoth he
+“Leave me, and then the story aptly ends:            716
+The night is spent.” “Why, what of that?” quoth she.
+“I am,” quoth he, “expected of my friends;
+  And now ’tis dark, and going I shall fall.”
+  “In night,” quoth she, “desire sees best of all.  720
+
+But if thou fall, oh then imagine this,
+The earth, in love with thee, thy footing trips,
+And all is but to rob thee of a kiss.                723
+Rich preys make true men thieves; so do thy lips
+  Make modest Dian cloudy and forlorn,
+  Lest she should steal a kiss and die forsworn."
+
+“Now of this dark night I perceive the reason:
+Cynthia for shame obscures her silver shine          728
+Till forging nature be condemn’d of treason,
+For stealing moulds from heaven, that were divine;
+  Wherein she fram’d thee, in high heaven’s despite,
+  To shame the sun by day and her by night.          732
+
+“And therefore hath she brib’d the destinies,
+To cross the curious workmanship of nature,
+To mingle beauty with infirmities,
+And pure perfection with impure defeature,           736
+  Making it subject to the tyranny
+  Of mad mischances and much misery.
+
+“As burning fevers, agues pale and faint,
+Life-poisoning pestilence and frenzies wood,         740
+The marrow-eating sickness, whose attaint
+Disorder breeds by heating of the blood;
+  Surfeits, imposthumes, grief, and damn’d despair,
+  Swear nature’s death, for framing thee so fair.    744
+
+“And not the least of all these maladies
+But in one minute’s fight brings beauty under:
+Both favour, savour, hue and qualities,
+Whereat th’impartial gazer late did wonder,          748
+  Are on the sudden wasted, thaw’d and done,
+  As mountain snow melts with the midday sun.
+
+“Therefore despite of fruitless chastity,
+Love-lacking vestals and self-loving nuns,           752
+That on the earth would breed a scarcity
+And barren dearth of daughters and of sons,
+  Be prodigal: the lamp that burns by night
+  Dries up his oil to lend the world his light.      756
+
+“What is thy body but a swallowing grave,
+Seeming to bury that posterity,
+Which by the rights of time thou needs must have,
+If thou destroy them not in dark obscurity?          760
+  If so, the world will hold thee in disdain,
+  Sith in thy pride so fair a hope is slain.
+
+“So in thyself thyself art made away;
+A mischief worse than civil home-bred strife,        764
+Or theirs whose desperate hands themselves do slay,
+Or butcher sire that reeves his son of life.
+  Foul cank’ring rust the hidden treasure frets,
+  But gold that’s put to use more gold begets.”      768
+
+“Nay then,” quoth Adon, “you will fall again
+Into your idle over-handled theme;
+The kiss I gave you is bestow’d in vain,
+And all in vain you strive against the stream;       772
+  For by this black-fac’d night, desire’s foul nurse,
+  Your treatise makes me like you worse and worse.
+
+“If love have lent you twenty thousand tongues,
+And every tongue more moving than your own,          776
+Bewitching like the wanton mermaid’s songs,
+Yet from mine ear the tempting tune is blown;
+  For know, my heart stands armed in mine ear,
+  And will not let a false sound enter there.        780
+
+“Lest the deceiving harmony should run
+Into the quiet closure of my breast,
+And then my little heart were quite undone,
+In his bedchamber to be barr’d of rest.              784
+  No, lady, no; my heart longs not to groan,
+  But soundly sleeps, while now it sleeps alone.
+
+“What have you urg’d that I cannot reprove?
+The path is smooth that leadeth on to danger;        790
+I hate not love, but your device in love
+That lends embracements unto every stranger.
+  You do it for increase: O strange excuse!
+  When reason is the bawd to lust’s abuse.           792
+
+“Call it not love, for love to heaven is fled,
+Since sweating lust on earth usurp’d his name;
+Under whose simple semblance he hath fed
+Upon fresh beauty, blotting it with blame;           796
+  Which the hot tyrant stains and soon bereaves,
+  As caterpillars do the tender leaves.
+
+“Love comforteth like sunshine after rain,
+But lust’s effect is tempest after sun;              800
+Love’s gentle spring doth always fresh remain,
+Lust’s winter comes ere summer half be done.
+  Love surfeits not, lust like a glutton dies;
+  Love is all truth, lust full of forged lies.       804
+
+“More I could tell, but more I dare not say;
+The text is old, the orator too green.
+Therefore, in sadness, now I will away;
+My face is full of shame, my heart of teen,          808
+  Mine ears, that to your wanton talk attended
+  Do burn themselves for having so offended.”
+
+With this he breaketh from the sweet embrace         811
+Of those fair arms which bound him to her breast,
+And homeward through the dark laund runs apace;
+Leaves love upon her back deeply distress’d.
+  Look how a bright star shooteth from the sky,
+  So glides he in the night from Venus’ eye.         816
+
+Which after him she darts, as one on shore
+Gazing upon a late embarked friend,
+Till the wild waves will have him seen no more,
+Whose ridges with the meeting clouds contend:        820
+  So did the merciless and pitchy night
+  Fold in the object that did feed her sight.
+
+Whereat amaz’d, as one that unaware
+Hath dropp’d a precious jewel in the flood,          824
+Or ’stonish’d as night-wanderers often are,
+Their light blown out in some mistrustful wood;
+  Even so confounded in the dark she lay,
+  Having lost the fair discovery of her way.         828
+
+And now she beats her heart, whereat it groans,
+That all the neighbour caves, as seeming troubled,
+Make verbal repetition of her moans;
+Passion on passion deeply is redoubled:              832
+  “Ay me!” she cries, and twenty times, “Woe, woe!”
+  And twenty echoes twenty times cry so.
+
+She marking them, begins a wailing note,
+And sings extemporally a woeful ditty;               836
+How love makes young men thrall, and old men dote,
+How love is wise in folly foolish witty:
+  Her heavy anthem still concludes in woe,
+  And still the choir of echoes answer so.           840
+
+Her song was tedious, and outwore the night,
+For lovers’ hours are long, though seeming short,
+If pleas’d themselves, others they think, delight
+In such like circumstance, with such like sport:     844
+  Their copious stories oftentimes begun,
+  End without audience, and are never done.
+
+For who hath she to spend the night withal,
+But idle sounds resembling parasites;                848
+Like shrill-tongu’d tapsters answering every call,
+Soothing the humour of fantastic wits?
+  She says, “’Tis so:” they answer all, “’Tis so;”
+  And would say after her, if she said “No.”         852
+
+Lo here the gentle lark, weary of rest,
+From his moist cabinet mounts up on high,
+And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast
+The sun ariseth in his majesty;                      856
+  Who doth the world so gloriously behold,
+  That cedar tops and hills seem burnish’d gold.
+
+Venus salutes him with this fair good morrow:
+“Oh thou clear god, and patron of all light,         860
+From whom each lamp and shining star doth borrow
+The beauteous influence that makes him bright,
+  There lives a son that suck’d an earthly mother,
+  May lend thee light, as thou dost lend to other.”
+
+This said, she hasteth to a myrtle grove,            865
+Musing the morning is so much o’erworn,
+And yet she hears no tidings of her love;
+She hearkens for his hounds and for his horn.        868
+  Anon she hears them chant it lustily,
+  And all in haste she coasteth to the cry.
+
+And as she runs, the bushes in the way
+Some catch her by the neck, some kiss her face,      872
+Some twine about her thigh to make her stay:
+She wildly breaketh from their strict embrace,
+  Like a milch doe, whose swelling dugs do ache,
+  Hasting to feed her fawn hid in some brake.        876
+
+By this she hears the hounds are at a bay,
+Whereat she starts like one that spies an adder
+Wreath’d up in fatal folds just in his way,
+The fear whereof doth make him shake and shudder;    880
+  Even so the timorous yelping of the hounds
+  Appals her senses, and her spirit confounds.
+
+For now she knows it is no gentle chase,
+But the blunt boar, rough bear, or lion proud,       884
+Because the cry remaineth in one place,
+Where fearfully the dogs exclaim aloud,
+  Finding their enemy to be so curst,
+  They all strain court’sy who shall cope him first. 888
+
+This dismal cry rings sadly in her ear,
+Through which it enters to surprise her heart;
+Who overcome by doubt and bloodless fear,
+With cold-pale weakness numbs each feeling part;     892
+  Like soldiers when their captain once doth yield,
+  They basely fly and dare not stay the field.
+
+Thus stands she in a trembling ecstasy,
+Till cheering up her senses sore dismay’d,           896
+She tells them ’tis a causeless fantasy,
+And childish error, that they are afraid;
+  Bids them leave quaking, bids them fear no more:
+  And with that word, she spied the hunted boar.     900
+
+Whose frothy mouth bepainted all with red,
+Like milk and blood being mingled both together,
+A second fear through all her sinews spread,
+Which madly hurries her she knows not whither:       904
+  This way she runs, and now she will no further,
+  But back retires, to rate the boar for murther.
+
+A thousand spleens bear her a thousand ways,
+She treads the path that she untreads again;         908
+Her more than haste is mated with delays,
+Like the proceedings of a drunken brain,
+  Full of respects, yet naught at all respecting,
+  In hand with all things, naught at all effecting.
+
+Here kennel’d in a brake she finds a hound,          913
+And asks the weary caitiff for his master,
+And there another licking of his wound,
+’Gainst venom’d sores the only sovereign plaster.    916
+  And here she meets another sadly scowling,
+  To whom she speaks, and he replies with howling.
+
+When he hath ceas’d his ill-resounding noise,
+Another flap-mouth’d mourner, black and grim,        920
+Against the welkin volleys out his voice;
+Another and another answer him,
+  Clapping their proud tails to the ground below,
+  Shaking their scratch’d ears, bleeding as they go.
+
+Look how the world’s poor people are amazed          925
+At apparitions, signs, and prodigies,
+Whereon with fearful eyes they long have gazed,
+Infusing them with dreadful prophecies;              928
+  So she at these sad signs draws up her breath,
+  And sighing it again, exclaims on death.
+
+“Hard-favour’d tyrant, ugly, meagre, lean,           931
+Hateful divorce of love,” thus chides she death,
+“Grim-grinning ghost, earth’s worm, what dost thou mean?
+To stifle beauty and to steal his breath,
+  Who when he liv’d, his breath and beauty set
+  Gloss on the rose, smell to the violet.            936
+
+“If he be dead, O no, it cannot be,
+Seeing his beauty, thou shouldst strike at it,
+O yes, it may, thou hast no eyes to see,
+But hatefully at random dost thou hit.               940
+  Thy mark is feeble age, but thy false dart
+  Mistakes that aim, and cleaves an infant’s heart.
+
+“Hadst thou but bid beware, then he had spoke,
+And hearing him, thy power had lost his power.       944
+The destinies will curse thee for this stroke;
+They bid thee crop a weed, thou pluck’st a flower.
+  Love’s golden arrow at him should have fled,
+  And not death’s ebon dart to strike him dead.      948
+
+“Dost thou drink tears, that thou provok’st such weeping?
+What may a heavy groan advantage thee?
+Why hast thou cast into eternal sleeping
+Those eyes that taught all other eyes to see?        952
+  Now nature cares not for thy mortal vigour,
+  Since her best work is ruin’d with thy rigour.”
+
+Here overcome, as one full of despair,
+She vail’d her eyelids, who like sluices stopp’d     956
+The crystal tide that from her two cheeks fair
+In the sweet channel of her bosom dropp’d
+  But through the flood-gates breaks the silver rain,
+  And with his strong course opens them again.       960
+
+O how her eyes and tears did lend and borrow;
+Her eyes seen in the tears, tears in her eye;
+Both crystals, where they view’d each other’s sorrow,
+Sorrow that friendly sighs sought still to dry;      964
+  But like a stormy day, now wind, now rain,
+  Sighs dry her cheeks, tears make them wet again.
+
+Variable passions throng her constant woe,
+As striving who should best become her grief;        968
+All entertain’d, each passion labours so,
+That every present sorrow seemeth chief,
+  But none is best, then join they all together,
+  Like many clouds consulting for foul weather.      972
+
+By this, far off she hears some huntsman holla;
+A nurse’s song ne’er pleas’d her babe so well:
+The dire imagination she did follow
+This sound of hope doth labour to expel;             976
+  For now reviving joy bids her rejoice,
+  And flatters her it is Adonis’ voice.
+
+Whereat her tears began to turn their tide,
+Being prison’d in her eye, like pearls in glass;     980
+Yet sometimes falls an orient drop beside,
+Which her cheek melts, as scorning it should pass
+  To wash the foul face of the sluttish ground,
+  Who is but drunken when she seemeth drown’d.
+
+O hard-believing love, how strange it seems          985
+Not to believe, and yet too credulous;
+Thy weal and woe are both of them extremes;
+Despair and hope make thee ridiculous,               988
+  The one doth flatter thee in thoughts unlikely,
+  In likely thoughts the other kills thee quickly.
+
+Now she unweaves the web that she hath wrought,
+Adonis lives, and death is not to blame;             992
+It was not she that call’d him all to naught;
+Now she adds honours to his hateful name.
+  She clepes him king of graves, and grave for kings,
+  Imperious supreme of all mortal things.            996
+
+“No, no,” quoth she, “sweet death, I did but jest;
+Yet pardon me, I felt a kind of fear
+Whenas I met the boar, that bloody beast,
+Which knows no pity, but is still severe;           1000
+  Then, gentle shadow,—truth I must confess—
+  I rail’d on thee, fearing my love’s decease.
+
+“’Tis not my fault, the boar provok’d my tongue;
+Be wreak’d on him, invisible commander;             1004
+’Tis he, foul creature, that hath done thee wrong;
+I did but act, he’s author of my slander.
+  Grief hath two tongues, and never woman yet,
+  Could rule them both, without ten women’s wit.”
+
+Thus hoping that Adonis is alive,                   1009
+Her rash suspect she doth extenuate;
+And that his beauty may the better thrive,
+With death she humbly doth insinuate;               1012
+  Tells him of trophies, statues, tombs and stories
+  His victories, his triumphs and his glories.
+
+“O love!” quoth she, “how much a fool was I,
+To be of such a weak and silly mind,                1016
+To wail his death who lives, and must not die
+Till mutual overthrow of mortal kind;
+  For he being dead, with him is beauty slain,
+  And beauty dead, black Chaos comes again.         1020
+
+“Fie, fie, fond love, thou art as full of fear
+As one with treasure laden, hemm’d with thieves,
+Trifles unwitnessed with eye or ear,
+Thy coward heart with false bethinking grieves.”    1024
+  Even at this word she hears a merry horn,
+  Whereat she leaps that was but late forlorn.
+
+As falcon to the lure, away she flies;
+The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light,    1028
+And in her haste unfortunately spies
+The foul boar’s conquest on her fair delight;
+  Which seen, her eyes, as murder’d with the view,
+  Like stars asham’d of day, themselves withdrew.
+
+Or as the snail, whose tender horns being hit,      1033
+Shrinks backwards in his shelly cave with pain,
+And there all smother’d up, in shade doth sit,
+Long after fearing to creep forth again:            1036
+  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,             1040
+Who bids them still consort with ugly night,
+And never wound the heart with looks again;
+  Who like a king perplexed in his throne,
+  By their suggestion gives a deadly groan.         1044
+
+Whereat each tributary subject quakes,
+As when the wind imprison’d in the ground,
+Struggling for passage, earth’s foundation shakes,
+Which with cold terror doth men’s minds confound.
+  This mutiny each part doth so surprise            1049
+  That from their dark beds once more leap her eyes.
+
+And being open’d, threw unwilling light
+Upon the wide wound that the boar had trench’d
+In his soft flank, whose wonted lily white          1053
+With purple tears that his wound wept, was drench’d.
+  No flower was nigh, no grass, herb, leaf or weed,
+  But stole his blood and seem’d with him to bleed.
+
+This solemn sympathy poor Venus noteth,             1057
+Over one shoulder doth she hang her head,
+Dumbly she passions, franticly she doteth;
+She thinks he could not die, he is not dead:        1060
+  Her voice is stopp’d, 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,           1065
+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,         1069
+And yet,” quoth she, “behold two Adons dead!
+My sighs are blown away, my salt tears gone,
+Mine eyes are turn’d to fire, my heart to lead:     1072
+  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 anything ensuing?          1078
+  The flowers are sweet, their colours fresh and trim,
+  But true sweet beauty liv’d and died with him.
+
+“Bonnet nor veil henceforth no creature wear!       1081
+Nor sun nor wind will ever strive to kiss you:
+Having no fair to lose, you need not fear;
+The sun doth scorn you, and the wind doth hiss you.
+  But when Adonis liv’d, sun and sharp air          1085
+  Lurk’d 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;          1088
+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 walk’d along              1093
+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.        1096
+  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;         1100
+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-snouted boar,      1105
+Whose downward eye still looketh for a grave,
+Ne’er saw the beauteous livery that he wore;
+Witness the entertainment that he gave.             1108
+  If he did see his face, why then I know
+  He thought to kiss him, and hath kill’d him so.
+
+“’Tis true, ’tis true; thus was Adonis slain:
+He ran upon the boar with his sharp spear,          1112
+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
+  Sheath’d unaware the tusk in his soft groin.      1116
+
+“Had I been tooth’d like him, I must confess,
+With kissing him I should have kill’d him first;
+But he is dead, and never did he bless
+My youth with his; the more am I accurst.”          1120
+  With this she falleth in the place she stood,
+  And stains her face with his congealed blood.
+
+She looks upon his lips, and they are pale;
+She takes him by the hand, and that is cold,        1124
+She whispers in his ears a heavy tale,
+As if they heard the woeful 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            1129
+A thousand times, and now no more reflect;
+Their virtue lost, wherein they late excell’d,
+And every beauty robb’d of his effect.              1132
+  “Wonder of time,” quoth she, “this is my spite,
+  That thou being dead, the day should yet be light.
+
+“Since thou art dead, lo here I prophesy,
+Sorrow on love hereafter shall attend:              1136
+It shall be waited on with jealousy,
+Find sweet beginning, but unsavoury 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,       1141
+Bud, and be blasted in a breathing while;
+The bottom poison, and the top o’erstraw’d
+With sweets that shall the truest sight beguile.    1144
+  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;        1148
+The staring ruffian shall it keep in quiet,
+Pluck down the rich, enrich the poor with treasures;
+  It shall be raging mad, and silly mild,
+  Make the young old, the old become a child.       1152
+
+“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;         1156
+  Perverse it shall be, where it shows most toward,
+  Put fear to valour, courage to the coward.
+
+“It shall be cause of war and dire events,
+And set dissension ’twixt the son and sire;         1160
+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.”  1164
+
+By this the boy that by her side lay kill’d
+Was melted like a vapour from her sight,
+And in his blood that on the ground lay spill’d,
+A purple flower sprung up, chequer’d with white,    1168
+  Resembling well his pale cheeks, and the blood
+  Which in round drops upon their whiteness stood.
+
+She bows her head, the new-sprung flower to smell,
+Comparing it to her Adonis’ breath;                 1172
+And says within her bosom it shall dwell,
+Since he himself is reft from her by death;
+  She crops the stalk, and in the breach appears
+  Green-dropping sap, which she compares to tears.
+
+“Poor flower,” quoth she, “this was thy father’s guise,
+Sweet issue of a more sweet-smelling sire,
+For every little grief to wet his eyes,
+To grow unto himself was his desire,                1180
+  And so ’tis thine; but know, it is as good
+  To wither in my breast as in his blood.
+
+“Here was thy father’s bed, here in my breast;
+Thou art the next of blood, and ’tis thy right:     1184
+Lo in this hollow cradle take thy rest,
+My throbbing heart shall rock thee day and night:
+  There shall not be one minute in an hour
+  Wherein I will not kiss my sweet love’s flower.”
+
+Thus weary of the world, away she hies,             1189
+And yokes her silver doves; by whose swift aid
+Their mistress mounted through the empty skies,
+In her light chariot quickly is convey’d;           1192
+  Holding their course to Paphos, where their queen
+  Means to immure herself and not be seen.
+
+
+  FINIS
+
+*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 1045 ***
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+<div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 1045 ***</div>
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+<h1>VENUS AND ADONIS</h1>
+
+<h2 class="no-break">by William Shakespeare</h2>
+
+<hr />
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p class="left">
+<i>Vilia miretur vulgus; mihi flavus Apollo<br />
+Pocula Castalia plena ministret aqua.</i>
+</p>
+
+<h4>
+TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE<br />
+HENRY WRIOTHESLEY, EARL OF SOUTHAMPTON,<br />
+and Baron of Titchfield.
+</h4>
+
+<p>
+Right Honourable, I know not how I shall offend in dedicating my unpolished
+lines to your lordship, nor how the world will censure me for choosing so
+strong a prop to support so weak a burthen: only, if your honour seem but
+pleased, I account myself highly praised, and vow to take advantage of all
+idle hours, till I have honoured you with some graver labour. But if the
+first heir of my invention prove deformed, I shall be sorry it had so noble
+a godfather, and never after ear so barren a land, for fear it yield me
+still so bad a harvest. I leave it to your honourable survey, and your
+honour to your heart’s content; which I wish may always answer your own
+wish and the world’s hopeful expectation.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">
+Your honour’s in all duty,<br />
+WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.
+</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2>VENUS AND ADONIS</h2>
+
+<p class="noindent"><br/>
+Even as the sun with purple-colour’d face<br/>
+Had ta’en his last leave of the weeping morn,<br/>
+Rose-cheek’d Adonis hied him to the chase;<br/>
+Hunting he lov’d, but love he laugh’d to scorn;     4<br/>
+    Sick-thoughted Venus makes amain unto him,<br/>
+    And like a bold-fac’d suitor ’gins to woo him.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Thrice fairer than myself,” thus she began,<br/>
+“The field’s chief flower, sweet above compare,     8<br/>
+Stain to all nymphs, more lovely than a man,<br/>
+More white and red than doves or roses are:<br/>
+    Nature that made thee, with herself at strife,<br/>
+    Saith that the world hath ending with thy life.     12<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Vouchsafe, thou wonder, to alight thy steed,<br/>
+And rein his proud head to the saddle-bow;<br/>
+If thou wilt deign this favour, for thy meed<br/>
+A thousand honey secrets shalt thou know:     16<br/>
+    Here come and sit, where never serpent hisses,<br/>
+    And being set, I’ll smother thee with kisses.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“And yet not cloy thy lips with loath’d satiety,<br/>
+But rather famish them amid their plenty,     20<br/>
+Making them red, and pale, with fresh variety:<br/>
+Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty:<br/>
+    A summer’s day will seem an hour but short,<br/>
+    Being wasted in such time-beguiling sport.”     24<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+With this she seizeth on his sweating palm,<br/>
+The precedent of pith and livelihood,<br/>
+And trembling in her passion, calls it balm,<br/>
+Earth’s sovereign salve to do a goddess good:     28<br/>
+    Being so enrag’d, desire doth lend her force<br/>
+    Courageously to pluck him from his horse.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Over one arm the lusty courser’s rein,<br/>
+Under her other was the tender boy,     32<br/>
+Who blush’d and pouted in a dull disdain,<br/>
+With leaden appetite, unapt to toy;<br/>
+    She red and hot as coals of glowing fire,<br/>
+    He red for shame, but frosty in desire.     36<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+The studded bridle on a ragged bough<br/>
+Nimbly she fastens;&mdash;O! how quick is love!&mdash;<br/>
+The steed is stalled up, and even now<br/>
+To tie the rider she begins to prove:     40<br/>
+    Backward she push’d him, as she would be thrust,<br/>
+    And govern’d him in strength, though not in lust.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+So soon was she along, as he was down,<br/>
+Each leaning on their elbows and their hips:     44<br/>
+Now doth she stroke his cheek, now doth he frown,<br/>
+And ’gins to chide, but soon she stops his lips,<br/>
+    And kissing speaks, with lustful language broken,<br/>
+    “If thou wilt chide, thy lips shall never open.”     48<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+He burns with bashful shame, she with her tears<br/>
+Doth quench the maiden burning of his cheeks;<br/>
+Then with her windy sighs and golden hairs<br/>
+To fan and blow them dry again she seeks.     52<br/>
+    He saith she is immodest, blames her miss;<br/>
+    What follows more, she murders with a kiss.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Even as an empty eagle, sharp by fast,<br/>
+Tires with her beak on feathers, flesh and bone,     56<br/>
+Shaking her wings, devouring all in haste,<br/>
+Till either gorge be stuff’d or prey be gone:<br/>
+    Even so she kiss’d his brow, his cheek, his chin,<br/>
+    And where she ends she doth anew begin.     60<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Forc’d to content, but never to obey,<br/>
+Panting he lies, and breatheth in her face.<br/>
+She feedeth on the steam, as on a prey,<br/>
+And calls it heavenly moisture, air of grace,     64<br/>
+    Wishing her cheeks were gardens full of flowers<br/>
+    So they were dew’d with such distilling showers.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Look how a bird lies tangled in a net,<br/>
+So fasten’d in her arms Adonis lies;     68<br/>
+Pure shame and aw’d resistance made him fret,<br/>
+Which bred more beauty in his angry eyes:<br/>
+    Rain added to a river that is rank<br/>
+    Perforce will force it overflow the bank.     72<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Still she entreats, and prettily entreats,<br/>
+For to a pretty ear she tunes her tale.<br/>
+Still is he sullen, still he lours and frets,<br/>
+’Twixt crimson shame and anger ashy pale;     76<br/>
+    Being red she loves him best, and being white,<br/>
+    Her best is better’d with a more delight.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Look how he can, she cannot choose but love;<br/>
+And by her fair immortal hand she swears,     80<br/>
+From his soft bosom never to remove,<br/>
+Till he take truce with her contending tears,<br/>
+    Which long have rain’d, making her cheeks all wet;<br/>
+    And one sweet kiss shall pay this countless debt.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Upon this promise did he raise his chin,     85<br/>
+Like a dive-dapper peering through a wave,<br/>
+Who, being look’d on, ducks as quickly in;<br/>
+So offers he to give what she did crave,     88<br/>
+    But when her lips were ready for his pay,<br/>
+    He winks, and turns his lips another way.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Never did passenger in summer’s heat<br/>
+More thirst for drink than she for this good turn.     92<br/>
+Her help she sees, but help she cannot get;<br/>
+She bathes in water, yet her fire must burn:<br/>
+    “O! pity,” ’gan she cry, “flint-hearted boy,<br/>
+    ’Tis but a kiss I beg; why art thou coy?     96<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“I have been woo’d as I entreat thee now,<br/>
+Even by the stern and direful god of war,<br/>
+Whose sinewy neck in battle ne’er did bow,<br/>
+Who conquers where he comes in every jar;     100<br/>
+    Yet hath he been my captive and my slave,<br/>
+    And begg’d for that which thou unask’d shalt have.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Over my altars hath he hung his lance,<br/>
+His batter’d shield, his uncontrolled crest,     104<br/>
+And for my sake hath learn’d to sport and dance,<br/>
+To toy, to wanton, dally, smile, and jest;<br/>
+    Scorning his churlish drum and ensign red<br/>
+    Making my arms his field, his tent my bed.     108<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Thus he that overrul’d I oversway’d,<br/>
+Leading him prisoner in a red rose chain:<br/>
+Strong-temper’d steel his stronger strength obey’d,<br/>
+Yet was he servile to my coy disdain.     112<br/>
+    Oh be not proud, nor brag not of thy might,<br/>
+    For mast’ring her that foil’d the god of fight.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Touch but my lips with those fair lips of thine,<br/>
+Though mine be not so fair, yet are they red,     116<br/>
+The kiss shall be thine own as well as mine:<br/>
+What see’st thou in the ground? hold up thy head,<br/>
+    Look in mine eyeballs, there thy beauty lies;<br/>
+    Then why not lips on lips, since eyes in eyes?     120<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Art thou asham’d to kiss? then wink again,<br/>
+And I will wink; so shall the day seem night.<br/>
+Love keeps his revels where there are but twain;<br/>
+Be bold to play, our sport is not in sight,     124<br/>
+    These blue-vein’d violets whereon we lean<br/>
+    Never can blab, nor know not what we mean.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“The tender spring upon thy tempting lip     127<br/>
+Shows thee unripe; yet mayst thou well be tasted,<br/>
+Make use of time, let not advantage slip;<br/>
+Beauty within itself should not be wasted,<br/>
+    Fair flowers that are not gather’d in their prime<br/>
+    Rot, and consume themselves in little time.     132<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Were I hard-favour’d, foul, or wrinkled old,<br/>
+Ill-nurtur’d, crooked, churlish, harsh in voice,<br/>
+O’erworn, despised, rheumatic, and cold,<br/>
+Thick-sighted, barren, lean, and lacking juice,     136<br/>
+    Then mightst thou pause, for then I were not for thee;<br/>
+    But having no defects, why dost abhor me?<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Thou canst not see one wrinkle in my brow,     139<br/>
+Mine eyes are grey and bright, and quick in turning;<br/>
+My beauty as the spring doth yearly grow,<br/>
+My flesh is soft and plump, my marrow burning,<br/>
+    My smooth moist hand, were it with thy hand felt,<br/>
+    Would in thy palm dissolve, or seem to melt.     144<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear,<br/>
+Or like a fairy, trip upon the green,<br/>
+Or like a nymph, with long dishevell’d hair,<br/>
+Dance on the sands, and yet no footing seen.     148<br/>
+    Love is a spirit all compact of fire,<br/>
+    Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Witness this primrose bank whereon I lie:     151<br/>
+These forceless flowers like sturdy trees support me;<br/>
+Two strengthless doves will draw me through the sky,<br/>
+From morn till night, even where I list to sport me.<br/>
+    Is love so light, sweet boy, and may it be<br/>
+    That thou shouldst think it heavy unto thee?     156<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Is thine own heart to thine own face affected?<br/>
+Can thy right hand seize love upon thy left?<br/>
+Then woo thyself, be of thyself rejected,<br/>
+Steal thine own freedom, and complain on theft.     160<br/>
+    Narcissus so himself himself forsook,<br/>
+    And died to kiss his shadow in the brook.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Torches are made to light, jewels to wear,<br/>
+Dainties to taste, fresh beauty for the use,     164<br/>
+Herbs for their smell, and sappy plants to bear;<br/>
+Things growing to themselves are growth’s abuse,<br/>
+    Seeds spring from seeds, and beauty breedeth beauty;<br/>
+    Thou wast begot; to get it is thy duty.     168<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Upon the earth’s increase why shouldst thou feed,<br/>
+Unless the earth with thy increase be fed?<br/>
+By law of nature thou art bound to breed,<br/>
+That thine may live when thou thyself art dead;     172<br/>
+    And so in spite of death thou dost survive,<br/>
+    In that thy likeness still is left alive.”<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+By this the love-sick queen began to sweat,<br/>
+For where they lay the shadow had forsook them,     176<br/>
+And Titan, tired in the midday heat,<br/>
+With burning eye did hotly overlook them,<br/>
+    Wishing Adonis had his team to guide,<br/>
+    So he were like him and by Venus’ side.     180<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+And now Adonis with a lazy spright,<br/>
+And with a heavy, dark, disliking eye,<br/>
+His louring brows o’erwhelming his fair sight,<br/>
+Like misty vapours when they blot the sky,     184<br/>
+    Souring his cheeks, cries, “Fie, no more of love:<br/>
+    The sun doth burn my face; I must remove.”<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Ay me,” quoth Venus, “young, and so unkind!<br/>
+What bare excuses mak’st thou to be gone!     188<br/>
+I’ll sigh celestial breath, whose gentle wind<br/>
+Shall cool the heat of this descending sun:<br/>
+    I’ll make a shadow for thee of my hairs;<br/>
+    If they burn too, I’ll quench them with my tears.     192<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“The sun that shines from heaven shines but warm,<br/>
+And lo I lie between that sun and thee:<br/>
+The heat I have from thence doth little harm,<br/>
+Thine eye darts forth the fire that burneth me;     196<br/>
+    And were I not immortal, life were done,<br/>
+    Between this heavenly and earthly sun.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Art thou obdurate, flinty, hard as steel?<br/>
+Nay more than flint, for stone at rain relenteth:     200<br/>
+Art thou a woman’s son and canst not feel<br/>
+What ’tis to love, how want of love tormenteth?<br/>
+    O had thy mother borne so hard a mind,<br/>
+    She had not brought forth thee, but died unkind.     204<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“What am I that thou shouldst contemn me this?<br/>
+Or what great danger dwells upon my suit?<br/>
+What were thy lips the worse for one poor kiss?<br/>
+Speak, fair; but speak fair words, or else be mute:     208<br/>
+    Give me one kiss, I’ll give it thee again,<br/>
+    And one for int’rest, if thou wilt have twain.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Fie, lifeless picture, cold and senseless stone,<br/>
+Well-painted idol, image dull and dead,     212<br/>
+Statue contenting but the eye alone,<br/>
+Thing like a man, but of no woman bred:<br/>
+    Thou art no man, though of a man’s complexion,<br/>
+    For men will kiss even by their own direction.”     216<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+This said, impatience chokes her pleading tongue,<br/>
+And swelling passion doth provoke a pause;<br/>
+Red cheeks and fiery eyes blaze forth her wrong;<br/>
+Being judge in love, she cannot right her cause.     220<br/>
+    And now she weeps, and now she fain would speak,<br/>
+    And now her sobs do her intendments break.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Sometimes she shakes her head, and then his hand,<br/>
+Now gazeth she on him, now on the ground;     224<br/>
+Sometimes her arms infold him like a band:<br/>
+She would, he will not in her arms be bound;<br/>
+    And when from thence he struggles to be gone,<br/>
+    She locks her lily fingers one in one.     228<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Fondling,” she saith, “since I have hemm’d thee here<br/>
+Within the circuit of this ivory pale,<br/>
+I’ll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer;<br/>
+Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale:     232<br/>
+    Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry,<br/>
+    Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Within this limit is relief enough,<br/>
+Sweet bottom grass and high delightful plain,     236<br/>
+Round rising hillocks, brakes obscure and rough,<br/>
+To shelter thee from tempest and from rain:<br/>
+    Then be my deer, since I am such a park,     239<br/>
+    No dog shall rouse thee, though a thousand bark.”<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+At this Adonis smiles as in disdain,<br/>
+That in each cheek appears a pretty dimple;<br/>
+Love made those hollows, if himself were slain,<br/>
+He might be buried in a tomb so simple;     244<br/>
+    Foreknowing well, if there he came to lie,<br/>
+    Why there love liv’d, and there he could not die.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+These lovely caves, these round enchanting pits,<br/>
+Open’d their mouths to swallow Venus’ liking.     248<br/>
+Being mad before, how doth she now for wits?<br/>
+Struck dead at first, what needs a second striking?<br/>
+    Poor queen of love, in thine own law forlorn,<br/>
+    To love a cheek that smiles at thee in scorn!     252<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Now which way shall she turn? what shall she say?<br/>
+Her words are done, her woes the more increasing;<br/>
+The time is spent, her object will away,<br/>
+And from her twining arms doth urge releasing:     256<br/>
+    “Pity,” she cries; “some favour, some remorse!”<br/>
+    Away he springs, and hasteth to his horse.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+But lo from forth a copse that neighbours by,<br/>
+A breeding jennet, lusty, young, and proud,     260<br/>
+Adonis’ tramping courser doth espy,<br/>
+And forth she rushes, snorts and neighs aloud:<br/>
+    The strong-neck’d steed, being tied unto a tree,<br/>
+    Breaketh his rein, and to her straight goes he.     264<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Imperiously he leaps, he neighs, he bounds,<br/>
+And now his woven girths he breaks asunder;<br/>
+The bearing earth with his hard hoof he wounds,<br/>
+Whose hollow womb resounds like heaven’s thunder;<br/>
+    The iron bit he crusheth ’tween his teeth,     269<br/>
+    Controlling what he was controlled with.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+His ears up-prick’d; his braided hanging mane<br/>
+Upon his compass’d crest now stand on end;     272<br/>
+His nostrils drink the air, and forth again,<br/>
+As from a furnace, vapours doth he send:<br/>
+    His eye, which scornfully glisters like fire,<br/>
+    Shows his hot courage and his high desire.     276<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Sometime he trots, as if he told the steps,<br/>
+With gentle majesty and modest pride;<br/>
+Anon he rears upright, curvets and leaps,<br/>
+As who should say, “Lo thus my strength is tried;<br/>
+    And this I do to captivate the eye     281<br/>
+    Of the fair breeder that is standing by.”<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+What recketh he his rider’s angry stir,<br/>
+His flattering “Holla”, or his “Stand, I say”?     284<br/>
+What cares he now for curb or pricking spur?<br/>
+For rich caparisons or trappings gay?<br/>
+    He sees his love, and nothing else he sees,<br/>
+    For nothing else with his proud sight agrees.     288<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Look when a painter would surpass the life,<br/>
+In limning out a well-proportion’d steed,<br/>
+His art with nature’s workmanship at strife,<br/>
+As if the dead the living should exceed:     292<br/>
+    So did this horse excel a common one,<br/>
+    In shape, in courage, colour, pace and bone.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Round-hoof’d, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long,<br/>
+Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide,<br/>
+High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong,<br/>
+Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide:<br/>
+    Look, what a horse should have he did not lack,<br/>
+    Save a proud rider on so proud a back.     300<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Sometimes he scuds far off, and there he stares;<br/>
+Anon he starts at stirring of a feather:<br/>
+To bid the wind a base he now prepares,<br/>
+And where he run or fly they know not whether;     304<br/>
+    For through his mane and tail the high wind sings,<br/>
+    Fanning the hairs, who wave like feather’d wings.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+He looks upon his love, and neighs unto her;<br/>
+She answers him as if she knew his mind,     308<br/>
+Being proud, as females are, to see him woo her,<br/>
+She puts on outward strangeness, seems unkind,<br/>
+    Spurns at his love and scorns the heat he feels,<br/>
+    Beating his kind embracements with her heels.     312<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Then like a melancholy malcontent,<br/>
+He vails his tail that like a falling plume,<br/>
+Cool shadow to his melting buttock lent:<br/>
+He stamps, and bites the poor flies in his fume.     316<br/>
+    His love, perceiving how he was enrag’d,<br/>
+    Grew kinder, and his fury was assuag’d.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+His testy master goeth about to take him,<br/>
+When lo the unback’d breeder, full of fear,     320<br/>
+Jealous of catching, swiftly doth forsake him,<br/>
+With her the horse, and left Adonis there:<br/>
+    As they were mad, unto the wood they hie them,<br/>
+    Outstripping crows that strive to overfly them.     324<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+All swoln with chafing, down Adonis sits,<br/>
+Banning his boisterous and unruly beast;<br/>
+And now the happy season once more fits<br/>
+That love-sick love by pleading may be blest;     328<br/>
+    For lovers say, the heart hath treble wrong,<br/>
+    When it is barr’d the aidance of the tongue.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+An oven that is stopp’d, or river stay’d,<br/>
+Burneth more hotly, swelleth with more rage:     332<br/>
+So of concealed sorrow may be said,<br/>
+Free vent of words love’s fire doth assuage;<br/>
+    But when the heart’s attorney once is mute,<br/>
+    The client breaks, as desperate in his suit.     336<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+He sees her coming, and begins to glow,<br/>
+Even as a dying coal revives with wind,<br/>
+And with his bonnet hides his angry brow,<br/>
+Looks on the dull earth with disturbed mind,     340<br/>
+    Taking no notice that she is so nigh,<br/>
+    For all askance he holds her in his eye.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+O what a sight it was, wistly to view<br/>
+How she came stealing to the wayward boy,     344<br/>
+To note the fighting conflict of her hue,<br/>
+How white and red each other did destroy:<br/>
+    But now her cheek was pale, and by and by<br/>
+    It flash’d forth fire, as lightning from the sky.     348<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Now was she just before him as he sat,<br/>
+And like a lowly lover down she kneels;<br/>
+With one fair hand she heaveth up his hat,<br/>
+Her other tender hand his fair cheek feels:     352<br/>
+    His tend’rer cheek receives her soft hand’s print,<br/>
+    As apt as new-fall’n snow takes any dint.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Oh what a war of looks was then between them,<br/>
+Her eyes petitioners to his eyes suing,     356<br/>
+His eyes saw her eyes, as they had not seen them,<br/>
+Her eyes woo’d still, his eyes disdain’d the wooing:<br/>
+    And all this dumb play had his acts made plain<br/>
+    With tears, which, chorus-like, her eyes did rain.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Full gently now she takes him by the hand,     361<br/>
+A lily prison’d in a gaol of snow,<br/>
+Or ivory in an alabaster band,<br/>
+So white a friend engirts so white a foe:     364<br/>
+    This beauteous combat, wilful and unwilling,<br/>
+    Show’d like two silver doves that sit a-billing.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Once more the engine of her thoughts began:<br/>
+“O fairest mover on this mortal round,     368<br/>
+Would thou wert as I am, and I a man,<br/>
+My heart all whole as thine, thy heart my wound,<br/>
+    For one sweet look thy help I would assure thee,<br/>
+    Though nothing but my body’s bane would cure thee.”<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Give me my hand,” saith he, “why dost thou feel it?”<br/>
+“Give me my heart,” saith she, “and thou shalt have it.<br/>
+O give it me lest thy hard heart do steel it,<br/>
+And being steel’d, soft sighs can never grave it.     376<br/>
+    Then love’s deep groans I never shall regard,<br/>
+    Because Adonis’ heart hath made mine hard.”<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“For shame,” he cries, “let go, and let me go,<br/>
+My day’s delight is past, my horse is gone,     380<br/>
+And ’tis your fault I am bereft him so,<br/>
+I pray you hence, and leave me here alone,<br/>
+    For all my mind, my thought, my busy care,<br/>
+    Is how to get my palfrey from the mare.”     384<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Thus she replies: “Thy palfrey as he should,<br/>
+Welcomes the warm approach of sweet desire,<br/>
+Affection is a coal that must be cool’d;<br/>
+Else, suffer’d, it will set the heart on fire,     388<br/>
+    The sea hath bounds, but deep desire hath none;<br/>
+    Therefore no marvel though thy horse be gone.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“How like a jade he stood tied to the tree,<br/>
+Servilely master’d with a leathern rein!     392<br/>
+But when he saw his love, his youth’s fair fee,<br/>
+He held such petty bondage in disdain;<br/>
+    Throwing the base thong from his bending crest,<br/>
+    Enfranchising his mouth, his back, his breast.     396<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Who sees his true-love in her naked bed,<br/>
+Teaching the sheets a whiter hue than white,<br/>
+But when his glutton eye so full hath fed,<br/>
+His other agents aim at like delight?     400<br/>
+    Who is so faint that dare not be so bold<br/>
+    To touch the fire, the weather being cold?<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Let me excuse thy courser, gentle boy,<br/>
+And learn of him, I heartily beseech thee,     404<br/>
+To take advantage on presented joy,<br/>
+Though I were dumb, yet his proceedings teach thee.<br/>
+    O learn to love, the lesson is but plain,<br/>
+    And once made perfect, never lost again.”     408<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“I know not love,” quoth he, “nor will not know it,<br/>
+Unless it be a boar, and then I chase it;<br/>
+’Tis much to borrow, and I will not owe it;<br/>
+My love to love is love but to disgrace it;     412<br/>
+    For I have heard, it is a life in death,<br/>
+    That laughs and weeps, and all but with a breath.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Who wears a garment shapeless and unfinish’d?<br/>
+Who plucks the bud before one leaf put forth?     416<br/>
+If springing things be any jot diminish’d,<br/>
+They wither in their prime, prove nothing worth;<br/>
+    The colt that’s back’d and burden’d being young,<br/>
+    Loseth his pride, and never waxeth strong.     420<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“You hurt my hand with wringing. Let us part,<br/>
+And leave this idle theme, this bootless chat:<br/>
+Remove your siege from my unyielding heart,<br/>
+To love’s alarms it will not ope the gate:     424<br/>
+    Dismiss your vows, your feigned tears, your flatt’ry;<br/>
+    For where a heart is hard they make no batt’ry.”<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“What! canst thou talk?” quoth she, “hast thou a tongue?<br/>
+O would thou hadst not, or I had no hearing;     428<br/>
+Thy mermaid’s voice hath done me double wrong;<br/>
+I had my load before, now press’d with bearing:<br/>
+    Melodious discord, heavenly tune, harsh-sounding,<br/>
+    Ear’s deep sweet music, and heart’s deep sore wounding.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Had I no eyes but ears, my ears would love     433<br/>
+That inward beauty and invisible;<br/>
+Or were I deaf, thy outward parts would move<br/>
+Each part in me that were but sensible:     436<br/>
+    Though neither eyes nor ears, to hear nor see,<br/>
+    Yet should I be in love by touching thee.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Say that the sense of feeling were bereft me,<br/>
+And that I could not see, nor hear, nor touch,     440<br/>
+And nothing but the very smell were left me,<br/>
+Yet would my love to thee be still as much;<br/>
+    For from the stillitory of thy face excelling<br/>
+    Comes breath perfum’d, that breedeth love by smelling.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“But oh what banquet wert thou to the taste,     445<br/>
+Being nurse and feeder of the other four;<br/>
+Would they not wish the feast might ever last,<br/>
+And bid suspicion double-lock the door,<br/>
+    Lest jealousy, that sour unwelcome guest,<br/>
+    Should by his stealing in disturb the feast?”     448<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Once more the ruby-colour’d portal open’d,<br/>
+Which to his speech did honey passage yield,     452<br/>
+Like a red morn that ever yet betoken’d<br/>
+Wrack to the seaman, tempest to the field,<br/>
+    Sorrow to shepherds, woe unto the birds,<br/>
+    Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds.     456<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+This ill presage advisedly she marketh:<br/>
+Even as the wind is hush’d before it raineth,<br/>
+Or as the wolf doth grin before he barketh,<br/>
+Or as the berry breaks before it staineth,     460<br/>
+    Or like the deadly bullet of a gun,<br/>
+    His meaning struck her ere his words begun.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+And at his look she flatly falleth down<br/>
+For looks kill love, and love by looks reviveth;     464<br/>
+A smile recures the wounding of a frown;<br/>
+But blessed bankrout, that by love so thriveth!<br/>
+    The silly boy, believing she is dead,<br/>
+    Claps her pale cheek, till clapping makes it red.     468<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+And all amaz’d brake off his late intent,<br/>
+For sharply he did think to reprehend her,<br/>
+Which cunning love did wittily prevent:<br/>
+Fair fall the wit that can so well defend her!     472<br/>
+    For on the grass she lies as she were slain,<br/>
+    Till his breath breatheth life in her again.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+He wrings her nose, he strikes her on the cheeks,<br/>
+He bends her fingers, holds her pulses hard,     476<br/>
+He chafes her lips; a thousand ways he seeks<br/>
+To mend the hurt that his unkindness marr’d:<br/>
+    He kisses her; and she, by her good will,<br/>
+    Will never rise, so he will kiss her still.     480<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+The night of sorrow now is turn’d to day:<br/>
+Her two blue windows faintly she up-heaveth,<br/>
+Like the fair sun when in his fresh array<br/>
+He cheers the morn, and all the world relieveth:     484<br/>
+    And as the bright sun glorifies the sky,<br/>
+    So is her face illumin’d with her eye.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Whose beams upon his hairless face are fix’d,<br/>
+As if from thence they borrow’d all their shine.     488<br/>
+Were never four such lamps together mix’d,<br/>
+Had not his clouded with his brow’s repine;<br/>
+    But hers, which through the crystal tears gave light<br/>
+    Shone like the moon in water seen by night.     492<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“O where am I?” quoth she, “in earth or heaven?<br/>
+Or in the ocean drench’d, or in the fire?<br/>
+What hour is this? or morn or weary even?<br/>
+Do I delight to die, or life desire?     496<br/>
+    But now I liv’d, and life was death’s annoy;<br/>
+    But now I died, and death was lively joy.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“O thou didst kill me; kill me once again:<br/>
+Thy eyes’ shrewd tutor, that hard heart of thine,     500<br/>
+Hath taught them scornful tricks, and such disdain,<br/>
+That they have murder’d this poor heart of mine;<br/>
+    And these mine eyes, true leaders to their queen,<br/>
+    But for thy piteous lips no more had seen.     504<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Long may they kiss each other for this cure!<br/>
+Oh never let their crimson liveries wear,<br/>
+And as they last, their verdure still endure,<br/>
+To drive infection from the dangerous year:     508<br/>
+    That the star-gazers, having writ on death,<br/>
+    May say, the plague is banish’d by thy breath.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Pure lips, sweet seals in my soft lips imprinted,<br/>
+What bargains may I make, still to be sealing?     512<br/>
+To sell myself I can be well contented,<br/>
+So thou wilt buy, and pay, and use good dealing;<br/>
+    Which purchase if thou make, for fear of slips,<br/>
+    Set thy seal manual on my wax-red lips.     516<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“A thousand kisses buys my heart from me;<br/>
+And pay them at thy leisure, one by one,<br/>
+What is ten hundred touches unto thee?<br/>
+Are they not quickly told and quickly gone?     520<br/>
+    Say, for non-payment that the debt should double,<br/>
+    Is twenty hundred kisses such a trouble?”<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Fair queen,” quoth he, “if any love you owe me,<br/>
+Measure my strangeness with my unripe years:     524<br/>
+Before I know myself, seek not to know me;<br/>
+No fisher but the ungrown fry forbears:<br/>
+    The mellow plum doth fall, the green sticks fast,<br/>
+    Or being early pluck’d, is sour to taste.     528<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Look the world’s comforter, with weary gait<br/>
+His day’s hot task hath ended in the west;<br/>
+The owl, night’s herald, shrieks, ’tis very late;<br/>
+The sheep are gone to fold, birds to their nest,     532<br/>
+    And coal-black clouds that shadow heaven’s light<br/>
+    Do summon us to part, and bid good night.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Now let me say good night, and so say you;<br/>
+If you will say so, you shall have a kiss.”     536<br/>
+“Good night,” quoth she; and ere he says adieu,<br/>
+The honey fee of parting tender’d is:<br/>
+    Her arms do lend his neck a sweet embrace;<br/>
+    Incorporate then they seem, face grows to face.     540<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Till breathless he disjoin’d, and backward drew<br/>
+The heavenly moisture, that sweet coral mouth,<br/>
+Whose precious taste her thirsty lips well knew,<br/>
+Whereon they surfeit, yet complain on drouth,     544<br/>
+    He with her plenty press’d, she faint with dearth,<br/>
+    Their lips together glued, fall to the earth.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Now quick desire hath caught the yielding prey,<br/>
+And glutton-like she feeds, yet never filleth;     548<br/>
+Her lips are conquerors, his lips obey,<br/>
+Paying what ransom the insulter willeth;<br/>
+    Whose vulture thought doth pitch the price so high,<br/>
+    That she will draw his lips’ rich treasure dry.     552<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+And having felt the sweetness of the spoil,<br/>
+With blindfold fury she begins to forage;<br/>
+Her face doth reek and smoke, her blood doth boil,<br/>
+And careless lust stirs up a desperate courage,     556<br/>
+    Planting oblivion, beating reason back,<br/>
+    Forgetting shame’s pure blush and honour’s wrack.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Hot, faint, and weary, with her hard embracing,<br/>
+Like a wild bird being tam’d with too much handling,<br/>
+Or as the fleet-foot roe that’s tir’d with chasing,     561<br/>
+Or like the froward infant still’d with dandling:<br/>
+    He now obeys, and now no more resisteth,<br/>
+    While she takes all she can, not all she listeth.     564<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+What wax so frozen but dissolves with temp’ring,<br/>
+And yields at last to every light impression?<br/>
+Things out of hope are compass’d oft with vent’ring,<br/>
+Chiefly in love, whose leave exceeds commission:     568<br/>
+    Affection faints not like a pale-fac’d coward,<br/>
+    But then woos best when most his choice is froward.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+When he did frown, O had she then gave over,<br/>
+Such nectar from his lips she had not suck’d.     572<br/>
+Foul words and frowns must not repel a lover;<br/>
+What though the rose have prickles, yet ’tis pluck’d.<br/>
+    Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast,<br/>
+    Yet love breaks through, and picks them all at last.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+For pity now she can no more detain him;     577<br/>
+The poor fool prays her that he may depart:<br/>
+She is resolv’d no longer to restrain him,<br/>
+Bids him farewell, and look well to her heart,     580<br/>
+    The which by Cupid’s bow she doth protest,<br/>
+    He carries thence encaged in his breast.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Sweet boy,” she says, “this night I’ll waste in sorrow,<br/>
+For my sick heart commands mine eyes to watch.     584<br/>
+Tell me, love’s master, shall we meet tomorrow<br/>
+Say, shall we? shall we? wilt thou make the match?”<br/>
+    He tells her no, tomorrow he intends<br/>
+    To hunt the boar with certain of his friends.     588<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“The boar!” quoth she; whereat a sudden pale,<br/>
+Like lawn being spread upon the blushing rose,<br/>
+Usurps her cheek, she trembles at his tale,<br/>
+And on his neck her yoking arms she throws.     592<br/>
+    She sinketh down, still hanging by his neck,<br/>
+    He on her belly falls, she on her back.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Now is she in the very lists of love,<br/>
+Her champion mounted for the hot encounter:     596<br/>
+All is imaginary she doth prove,<br/>
+He will not manage her, although he mount her;<br/>
+    That worse than Tantalus’ is her annoy,<br/>
+    To clip Elysium and to lack her joy.     600<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Even as poor birds, deceiv’d with painted grapes,<br/>
+Do surfeit by the eye and pine the maw:<br/>
+Even so she languisheth in her mishaps,<br/>
+As those poor birds that helpless berries saw.     604<br/>
+    The warm effects which she in him finds missing,<br/>
+    She seeks to kindle with continual kissing.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+But all in vain, good queen, it will not be,<br/>
+She hath assay’d as much as may be prov’d;     608<br/>
+Her pleading hath deserv’d a greater fee;<br/>
+She’s love, she loves, and yet she is not lov’d.<br/>
+    “Fie, fie,” he says, “you crush me; let me go;<br/>
+    You have no reason to withhold me so.”     612<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Thou hadst been gone,” quoth she, “sweet boy, ere this,<br/>
+But that thou told’st me thou wouldst hunt the boar.<br/>
+Oh be advis’d; thou know’st not what it is,<br/>
+With javelin’s point a churlish swine to gore,     616<br/>
+    Whose tushes never sheath’d he whetteth still,<br/>
+    Like to a mortal butcher, bent to kill.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“On his bow-back he hath a battle set<br/>
+Of bristly pikes, that ever threat his foes;     620<br/>
+His eyes like glow-worms shine when he doth fret;<br/>
+His snout digs sepulchres where’er he goes;<br/>
+    Being mov’d, he strikes whate’er is in his way,<br/>
+    And whom he strikes his crooked tushes slay.     624<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“His brawny sides, with hairy bristles armed,<br/>
+Are better proof than thy spear’s point can enter;<br/>
+His short thick neck cannot be easily harmed;<br/>
+Being ireful, on the lion he will venture:     628<br/>
+    The thorny brambles and embracing bushes,<br/>
+    As fearful of him, part, through whom he rushes.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Alas! he naught esteems that face of thine,<br/>
+To which love’s eyes pay tributary gazes;     632<br/>
+Nor thy soft hands, sweet lips, and crystal eyne,<br/>
+Whose full perfection all the world amazes;<br/>
+    But having thee at vantage, wondrous dread!<br/>
+    Would root these beauties as he roots the mead.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Oh let him keep his loathsome cabin still,     637<br/>
+Beauty hath naught to do with such foul fiends:<br/>
+Come not within his danger by thy will;<br/>
+They that thrive well, take counsel of their friends.<br/>
+    When thou didst name the boar, not to dissemble,<br/>
+    I fear’d thy fortune, and my joints did tremble.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Didst thou not mark my face, was it not white?<br/>
+Saw’st thou not signs of fear lurk in mine eye?     644<br/>
+Grew I not faint, and fell I not downright?<br/>
+Within my bosom, whereon thou dost lie,<br/>
+    My boding heart pants, beats, and takes no rest,<br/>
+    But like an earthquake, shakes thee on my breast.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“For where love reigns, disturbing jealousy     649<br/>
+Doth call himself affection’s sentinel;<br/>
+Gives false alarms, suggesteth mutiny,<br/>
+And in a peaceful hour doth cry “Kill, kill!”     652<br/>
+    Distemp’ring gentle love in his desire,<br/>
+    As air and water do abate the fire.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“This sour informer, this bate-breeding spy,<br/>
+This canker that eats up love’s tender spring,     656<br/>
+This carry-tale, dissentious jealousy,<br/>
+That sometime true news, sometime false doth bring,<br/>
+    Knocks at my heart, and whispers in mine ear,<br/>
+    That if I love thee, I thy death should fear.     660<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“And more than so, presenteth to mine eye<br/>
+The picture of an angry chafing boar,<br/>
+Under whose sharp fangs on his back doth lie<br/>
+An image like thyself, all stain’d with gore;     664<br/>
+    Whose blood upon the fresh flowers being shed,<br/>
+    Doth make them droop with grief and hang the head.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“What should I do, seeing thee so indeed,<br/>
+That tremble at th’imagination?     668<br/>
+The thought of it doth make my faint heart bleed,<br/>
+And fear doth teach it divination:<br/>
+    I prophesy thy death, my living sorrow,<br/>
+    If thou encounter with the boar tomorrow.     672<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“But if thou needs wilt hunt, be rul’d by me;<br/>
+Uncouple at the timorous flying hare,<br/>
+Or at the fox which lives by subtilty,<br/>
+Or at the roe which no encounter dare:     676<br/>
+    Pursue these fearful creatures o’er the downs,<br/>
+    And on thy well-breath’d horse keep with thy hounds.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“And when thou hast on foot the purblind hare,<br/>
+Mark the poor wretch, to overshoot his troubles     680<br/>
+How he outruns the wind, and with what care<br/>
+He cranks and crosses with a thousand doubles:<br/>
+    The many musits through the which he goes<br/>
+    Are like a labyrinth to amaze his foes.     684<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Sometime he runs among a flock of sheep,<br/>
+To make the cunning hounds mistake their smell,<br/>
+And sometime where earth-delving conies keep,<br/>
+To stop the loud pursuers in their yell,     688<br/>
+    And sometime sorteth with a herd of deer;<br/>
+    Danger deviseth shifts, wit waits on fear.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“For there his smell with others being mingled,     691<br/>
+The hot scent-snuffing hounds are driven to doubt,<br/>
+Ceasing their clamorous cry, till they have singled<br/>
+With much ado the cold fault cleanly out;<br/>
+    Then do they spend their mouths: echo replies,<br/>
+    As if another chase were in the skies.     696<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“By this, poor Wat, far off upon a hill,<br/>
+Stands on his hinder legs with list’ning ear,<br/>
+To hearken if his foes pursue him still.<br/>
+Anon their loud alarums he doth hear;     700<br/>
+    And now his grief may be compared well<br/>
+    To one sore sick that hears the passing bell.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Then shalt thou see the dew-bedabbled wretch<br/>
+Turn, and return, indenting with the way,     704<br/>
+Each envious briar his weary legs do scratch,<br/>
+Each shadow makes him stop, each murmur stay:<br/>
+    For misery is trodden on by many,<br/>
+    And being low never reliev’d by any.     708<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Lie quietly, and hear a little more;<br/>
+Nay, do not struggle, for thou shalt not rise:<br/>
+To make thee hate the hunting of the boar,<br/>
+Unlike myself thou hear’st me moralize,     712<br/>
+    Applying this to that, and so to so,<br/>
+    For love can comment upon every woe.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Where did I leave?” “No matter where,” quoth he<br/>
+“Leave me, and then the story aptly ends:     716<br/>
+The night is spent.” “Why, what of that?” quoth she.<br/>
+“I am,” quoth he, “expected of my friends;<br/>
+    And now ’tis dark, and going I shall fall.”<br/>
+    “In night,” quoth she, “desire sees best of all.”     720<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+But if thou fall, oh then imagine this,<br/>
+The earth, in love with thee, thy footing trips,<br/>
+And all is but to rob thee of a kiss.     723<br/>
+Rich preys make true men thieves; so do thy lips<br/>
+    Make modest Dian cloudy and forlorn,<br/>
+    Lest she should steal a kiss and die forsworn.”<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Now of this dark night I perceive the reason:<br/>
+Cynthia for shame obscures her silver shine     728<br/>
+Till forging nature be condemn’d of treason,<br/>
+For stealing moulds from heaven, that were divine;<br/>
+    Wherein she fram’d thee, in high heaven’s despite,<br/>
+    To shame the sun by day and her by night.     732<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“And therefore hath she brib’d the destinies,<br/>
+To cross the curious workmanship of nature,<br/>
+To mingle beauty with infirmities,<br/>
+And pure perfection with impure defeature,     736<br/>
+    Making it subject to the tyranny<br/>
+    Of mad mischances and much misery.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“As burning fevers, agues pale and faint,<br/>
+Life-poisoning pestilence and frenzies wood,     740<br/>
+The marrow-eating sickness, whose attaint<br/>
+Disorder breeds by heating of the blood;<br/>
+    Surfeits, imposthumes, grief, and damn’d despair,<br/>
+    Swear nature’s death, for framing thee so fair.     744<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“And not the least of all these maladies<br/>
+But in one minute’s fight brings beauty under:<br/>
+Both favour, savour, hue and qualities,<br/>
+Whereat th’impartial gazer late did wonder,     748<br/>
+    Are on the sudden wasted, thaw’d and done,<br/>
+    As mountain snow melts with the midday sun.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Therefore despite of fruitless chastity,<br/>
+Love-lacking vestals and self-loving nuns,     752<br/>
+That on the earth would breed a scarcity<br/>
+And barren dearth of daughters and of sons,<br/>
+    Be prodigal: the lamp that burns by night<br/>
+    Dries up his oil to lend the world his light.     756<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“What is thy body but a swallowing grave,<br/>
+Seeming to bury that posterity,<br/>
+Which by the rights of time thou needs must have,<br/>
+If thou destroy them not in dark obscurity?     760<br/>
+    If so, the world will hold thee in disdain,<br/>
+    Sith in thy pride so fair a hope is slain.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“So in thyself thyself art made away;<br/>
+A mischief worse than civil home-bred strife,     764<br/>
+Or theirs whose desperate hands themselves do slay,<br/>
+Or butcher sire that reeves his son of life.<br/>
+    Foul cank’ring rust the hidden treasure frets,<br/>
+    But gold that’s put to use more gold begets.”     768<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Nay then,” quoth Adon, “you will fall again<br/>
+Into your idle over-handled theme;<br/>
+The kiss I gave you is bestow’d in vain,<br/>
+And all in vain you strive against the stream;     772<br/>
+    For by this black-fac’d night, desire’s foul nurse,<br/>
+    Your treatise makes me like you worse and worse.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“If love have lent you twenty thousand tongues,<br/>
+And every tongue more moving than your own,     776<br/>
+Bewitching like the wanton mermaid’s songs,<br/>
+Yet from mine ear the tempting tune is blown;<br/>
+    For know, my heart stands armed in mine ear,<br/>
+    And will not let a false sound enter there.     780<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Lest the deceiving harmony should run<br/>
+Into the quiet closure of my breast,<br/>
+And then my little heart were quite undone,<br/>
+In his bedchamber to be barr’d of rest.     784<br/>
+    No, lady, no; my heart longs not to groan,<br/>
+    But soundly sleeps, while now it sleeps alone.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“What have you urg’d that I cannot reprove?<br/>
+The path is smooth that leadeth on to danger;     790<br/>
+I hate not love, but your device in love<br/>
+That lends embracements unto every stranger.<br/>
+    You do it for increase: O strange excuse!<br/>
+    When reason is the bawd to lust’s abuse.     792<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Call it not love, for love to heaven is fled,<br/>
+Since sweating lust on earth usurp’d his name;<br/>
+Under whose simple semblance he hath fed<br/>
+Upon fresh beauty, blotting it with blame;     796<br/>
+    Which the hot tyrant stains and soon bereaves,<br/>
+    As caterpillars do the tender leaves.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Love comforteth like sunshine after rain,<br/>
+But lust’s effect is tempest after sun;     800<br/>
+Love’s gentle spring doth always fresh remain,<br/>
+Lust’s winter comes ere summer half be done.<br/>
+    Love surfeits not, lust like a glutton dies;<br/>
+    Love is all truth, lust full of forged lies.     804<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“More I could tell, but more I dare not say;<br/>
+The text is old, the orator too green.<br/>
+Therefore, in sadness, now I will away;<br/>
+My face is full of shame, my heart of teen,     808<br/>
+    Mine ears, that to your wanton talk attended<br/>
+    Do burn themselves for having so offended.”<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+With this he breaketh from the sweet embrace     811<br/>
+Of those fair arms which bound him to her breast,<br/>
+And homeward through the dark laund runs apace;<br/>
+Leaves love upon her back deeply distress’d.<br/>
+    Look how a bright star shooteth from the sky,<br/>
+    So glides he in the night from Venus’ eye.     816<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Which after him she darts, as one on shore<br/>
+Gazing upon a late embarked friend,<br/>
+Till the wild waves will have him seen no more,<br/>
+Whose ridges with the meeting clouds contend:     820<br/>
+    So did the merciless and pitchy night<br/>
+    Fold in the object that did feed her sight.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Whereat amaz’d, as one that unaware<br/>
+Hath dropp’d a precious jewel in the flood,     824<br/>
+Or ’stonish’d as night-wanderers often are,<br/>
+Their light blown out in some mistrustful wood;<br/>
+    Even so confounded in the dark she lay,<br/>
+    Having lost the fair discovery of her way.     828<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+And now she beats her heart, whereat it groans,<br/>
+That all the neighbour caves, as seeming troubled,<br/>
+Make verbal repetition of her moans;<br/>
+Passion on passion deeply is redoubled:     832<br/>
+    “Ay me!” she cries, and twenty times, “Woe, woe!”<br/>
+    And twenty echoes twenty times cry so.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+She marking them, begins a wailing note,<br/>
+And sings extemporally a woeful ditty;     836<br/>
+How love makes young men thrall, and old men dote,<br/>
+How love is wise in folly foolish witty:<br/>
+    Her heavy anthem still concludes in woe,<br/>
+    And still the choir of echoes answer so.     840<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Her song was tedious, and outwore the night,<br/>
+For lovers’ hours are long, though seeming short,<br/>
+If pleas’d themselves, others they think, delight<br/>
+In such like circumstance, with such like sport:     844<br/>
+    Their copious stories oftentimes begun,<br/>
+    End without audience, and are never done.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+For who hath she to spend the night withal,<br/>
+But idle sounds resembling parasites;     848<br/>
+Like shrill-tongu’d tapsters answering every call,<br/>
+Soothing the humour of fantastic wits?<br/>
+    She says, “’Tis so:” they answer all, “’Tis so;”<br/>
+    And would say after her, if she said “No.”     852<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Lo here the gentle lark, weary of rest,<br/>
+From his moist cabinet mounts up on high,<br/>
+And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast<br/>
+The sun ariseth in his majesty;     856<br/>
+    Who doth the world so gloriously behold,<br/>
+    That cedar tops and hills seem burnish’d gold.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Venus salutes him with this fair good morrow:<br/>
+“Oh thou clear god, and patron of all light,     860<br/>
+From whom each lamp and shining star doth borrow<br/>
+The beauteous influence that makes him bright,<br/>
+    There lives a son that suck’d an earthly mother,<br/>
+    May lend thee light, as thou dost lend to other.”<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+This said, she hasteth to a myrtle grove,     865<br/>
+Musing the morning is so much o’erworn,<br/>
+And yet she hears no tidings of her love;<br/>
+She hearkens for his hounds and for his horn.     868<br/>
+    Anon she hears them chant it lustily,<br/>
+    And all in haste she coasteth to the cry.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+And as she runs, the bushes in the way<br/>
+Some catch her by the neck, some kiss her face,     872<br/>
+Some twine about her thigh to make her stay:<br/>
+She wildly breaketh from their strict embrace,<br/>
+    Like a milch doe, whose swelling dugs do ache,<br/>
+    Hasting to feed her fawn hid in some brake.     876<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+By this she hears the hounds are at a bay,<br/>
+Whereat she starts like one that spies an adder<br/>
+Wreath’d up in fatal folds just in his way,<br/>
+The fear whereof doth make him shake and shudder;     880<br/>
+    Even so the timorous yelping of the hounds<br/>
+    Appals her senses, and her spirit confounds.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+For now she knows it is no gentle chase,<br/>
+But the blunt boar, rough bear, or lion proud,     884<br/>
+Because the cry remaineth in one place,<br/>
+Where fearfully the dogs exclaim aloud,<br/>
+    Finding their enemy to be so curst,<br/>
+    They all strain court’sy who shall cope him first. 888<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+This dismal cry rings sadly in her ear,<br/>
+Through which it enters to surprise her heart;<br/>
+Who overcome by doubt and bloodless fear,<br/>
+With cold-pale weakness numbs each feeling part;     892<br/>
+    Like soldiers when their captain once doth yield,<br/>
+    They basely fly and dare not stay the field.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Thus stands she in a trembling ecstasy,<br/>
+Till cheering up her senses sore dismay’d,     896<br/>
+She tells them ’tis a causeless fantasy,<br/>
+And childish error, that they are afraid;<br/>
+    Bids them leave quaking, bids them fear no more:<br/>
+    And with that word, she spied the hunted boar.     900<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Whose frothy mouth bepainted all with red,<br/>
+Like milk and blood being mingled both together,<br/>
+A second fear through all her sinews spread,<br/>
+Which madly hurries her she knows not whither:     904<br/>
+    This way she runs, and now she will no further,<br/>
+    But back retires, to rate the boar for murther.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+A thousand spleens bear her a thousand ways,<br/>
+She treads the path that she untreads again;     908<br/>
+Her more than haste is mated with delays,<br/>
+Like the proceedings of a drunken brain,<br/>
+    Full of respects, yet naught at all respecting,<br/>
+    In hand with all things, naught at all effecting.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Here kennel’d in a brake she finds a hound,     913<br/>
+And asks the weary caitiff for his master,<br/>
+And there another licking of his wound,<br/>
+’Gainst venom’d sores the only sovereign plaster.     916<br/>
+    And here she meets another sadly scowling,<br/>
+    To whom she speaks, and he replies with howling.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+When he hath ceas’d his ill-resounding noise,<br/>
+Another flap-mouth’d mourner, black and grim,     920<br/>
+Against the welkin volleys out his voice;<br/>
+Another and another answer him,<br/>
+    Clapping their proud tails to the ground below,<br/>
+    Shaking their scratch’d ears, bleeding as they go.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Look how the world’s poor people are amazed     925<br/>
+At apparitions, signs, and prodigies,<br/>
+Whereon with fearful eyes they long have gazed,<br/>
+Infusing them with dreadful prophecies;     928<br/>
+    So she at these sad signs draws up her breath,<br/>
+    And sighing it again, exclaims on death.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Hard-favour’d tyrant, ugly, meagre, lean,     931<br/>
+Hateful divorce of love,” thus chides she death,<br/>
+“Grim-grinning ghost, earth’s worm, what dost thou mean?<br/>
+To stifle beauty and to steal his breath,<br/>
+    Who when he liv’d, his breath and beauty set<br/>
+    Gloss on the rose, smell to the violet.     936<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“If he be dead, O no, it cannot be,<br/>
+Seeing his beauty, thou shouldst strike at it,<br/>
+O yes, it may, thou hast no eyes to see,<br/>
+But hatefully at random dost thou hit.     940<br/>
+    Thy mark is feeble age, but thy false dart<br/>
+    Mistakes that aim, and cleaves an infant’s heart.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Hadst thou but bid beware, then he had spoke,<br/>
+And hearing him, thy power had lost his power.     944<br/>
+The destinies will curse thee for this stroke;<br/>
+They bid thee crop a weed, thou pluck’st a flower.<br/>
+    Love’s golden arrow at him should have fled,<br/>
+    And not death’s ebon dart to strike him dead.     948<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Dost thou drink tears, that thou provok’st such weeping?<br/>
+What may a heavy groan advantage thee?<br/>
+Why hast thou cast into eternal sleeping<br/>
+Those eyes that taught all other eyes to see?     952<br/>
+    Now nature cares not for thy mortal vigour,<br/>
+    Since her best work is ruin’d with thy rigour.”<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Here overcome, as one full of despair,<br/>
+She vail’d her eyelids, who like sluices stopp’d     956<br/>
+The crystal tide that from her two cheeks fair<br/>
+In the sweet channel of her bosom dropp’d<br/>
+    But through the flood-gates breaks the silver rain,<br/>
+    And with his strong course opens them again.     960<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+O how her eyes and tears did lend and borrow;<br/>
+Her eyes seen in the tears, tears in her eye;<br/>
+Both crystals, where they view’d each other’s sorrow,<br/>
+Sorrow that friendly sighs sought still to dry;     964<br/>
+    But like a stormy day, now wind, now rain,<br/>
+    Sighs dry her cheeks, tears make them wet again.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Variable passions throng her constant woe,<br/>
+As striving who should best become her grief;     968<br/>
+All entertain’d, each passion labours so,<br/>
+That every present sorrow seemeth chief,<br/>
+    But none is best, then join they all together,<br/>
+    Like many clouds consulting for foul weather.     972<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+By this, far off she hears some huntsman holla;<br/>
+A nurse’s song ne’er pleas’d her babe so well:<br/>
+The dire imagination she did follow<br/>
+This sound of hope doth labour to expel;     976<br/>
+    For now reviving joy bids her rejoice,<br/>
+    And flatters her it is Adonis’ voice.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Whereat her tears began to turn their tide,<br/>
+Being prison’d in her eye, like pearls in glass;     980<br/>
+Yet sometimes falls an orient drop beside,<br/>
+Which her cheek melts, as scorning it should pass<br/>
+    To wash the foul face of the sluttish ground,<br/>
+    Who is but drunken when she seemeth drown’d.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+O hard-believing love, how strange it seems     985<br/>
+Not to believe, and yet too credulous;<br/>
+Thy weal and woe are both of them extremes;<br/>
+Despair and hope make thee ridiculous,     988<br/>
+    The one doth flatter thee in thoughts unlikely,<br/>
+    In likely thoughts the other kills thee quickly.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Now she unweaves the web that she hath wrought,<br/>
+Adonis lives, and death is not to blame;     992<br/>
+It was not she that call’d him all to naught;<br/>
+Now she adds honours to his hateful name.<br/>
+    She clepes him king of graves, and grave for kings,<br/>
+    Imperious supreme of all mortal things.     996<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“No, no,” quoth she, “sweet death, I did but jest;<br/>
+Yet pardon me, I felt a kind of fear<br/>
+Whenas I met the boar, that bloody beast,<br/>
+Which knows no pity, but is still severe;     1000<br/>
+    Then, gentle shadow,&mdash;truth I must confess&mdash;<br/>
+    I rail’d on thee, fearing my love’s decease.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“’Tis not my fault, the boar provok’d my tongue;<br/>
+Be wreak’d on him, invisible commander;     1004<br/>
+’Tis he, foul creature, that hath done thee wrong;<br/>
+I did but act, he’s author of my slander.<br/>
+    Grief hath two tongues, and never woman yet,<br/>
+    Could rule them both, without ten women’s wit.”<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Thus hoping that Adonis is alive,     1009<br/>
+Her rash suspect she doth extenuate;<br/>
+And that his beauty may the better thrive,<br/>
+With death she humbly doth insinuate;     1012<br/>
+    Tells him of trophies, statues, tombs and stories<br/>
+    His victories, his triumphs and his glories.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“O love!” quoth she, “how much a fool was I,<br/>
+To be of such a weak and silly mind,     1016<br/>
+To wail his death who lives, and must not die<br/>
+Till mutual overthrow of mortal kind;<br/>
+    For he being dead, with him is beauty slain,<br/>
+    And beauty dead, black Chaos comes again.     1020<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Fie, fie, fond love, thou art as full of fear<br/>
+As one with treasure laden, hemm’d with thieves,<br/>
+Trifles unwitnessed with eye or ear,<br/>
+Thy coward heart with false bethinking grieves.”     1024<br/>
+    Even at this word she hears a merry horn,<br/>
+    Whereat she leaps that was but late forlorn.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+As falcon to the lure, away she flies;<br/>
+The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light,     1028<br/>
+And in her haste unfortunately spies<br/>
+The foul boar’s conquest on her fair delight;<br/>
+    Which seen, her eyes, as murder’d with the view,<br/>
+    Like stars asham’d of day, themselves withdrew.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Or as the snail, whose tender horns being hit,     1033<br/>
+Shrinks backwards in his shelly cave with pain,<br/>
+And there all smother’d up, in shade doth sit,<br/>
+Long after fearing to creep forth again:     1036<br/>
+    So at his bloody view her eyes are fled<br/>
+    Into the deep dark cabins of her head.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Where they resign their office and their light<br/>
+To the disposing of her troubled brain,     1040<br/>
+Who bids them still consort with ugly night,<br/>
+And never wound the heart with looks again;<br/>
+    Who like a king perplexed in his throne,<br/>
+    By their suggestion gives a deadly groan.     1044<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Whereat each tributary subject quakes,<br/>
+As when the wind imprison’d in the ground,<br/>
+Struggling for passage, earth’s foundation shakes,<br/>
+Which with cold terror doth men’s minds confound.<br/>
+    This mutiny each part doth so surprise     1049<br/>
+    That from their dark beds once more leap her eyes.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+And being open’d, threw unwilling light<br/>
+Upon the wide wound that the boar had trench’d<br/>
+In his soft flank, whose wonted lily white     1053<br/>
+With purple tears that his wound wept, was drench’d.<br/>
+    No flower was nigh, no grass, herb, leaf or weed,<br/>
+    But stole his blood and seem’d with him to bleed.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+This solemn sympathy poor Venus noteth,     1057<br/>
+Over one shoulder doth she hang her head,<br/>
+Dumbly she passions, franticly she doteth;<br/>
+She thinks he could not die, he is not dead:     1060<br/>
+    Her voice is stopp’d, her joints forget to bow,<br/>
+    Her eyes are mad, that they have wept till now.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Upon his hurt she looks so steadfastly,<br/>
+That her sight dazzling makes the wound seem three;<br/>
+And then she reprehends her mangling eye,     1065<br/>
+That makes more gashes, where no breach should be:<br/>
+    His face seems twain, each several limb is doubled,<br/>
+    For oft the eye mistakes, the brain being troubled.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“My tongue cannot express my grief for one,     1069<br/>
+And yet,” quoth she, “behold two Adons dead!<br/>
+My sighs are blown away, my salt tears gone,<br/>
+Mine eyes are turn’d to fire, my heart to lead:     1072<br/>
+    Heavy heart’s lead, melt at mine eyes’ red fire!<br/>
+    So shall I die by drops of hot desire.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Alas poor world, what treasure hast thou lost!<br/>
+What face remains alive that’s worth the viewing?<br/>
+Whose tongue is music now? what canst thou boast<br/>
+Of things long since, or anything ensuing?     1078<br/>
+    The flowers are sweet, their colours fresh and trim,<br/>
+    But true sweet beauty liv’d and died with him.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Bonnet nor veil henceforth no creature wear!     1081<br/>
+Nor sun nor wind will ever strive to kiss you:<br/>
+Having no fair to lose, you need not fear;<br/>
+The sun doth scorn you, and the wind doth hiss you.<br/>
+    But when Adonis liv’d, sun and sharp air     1085<br/>
+    Lurk’d like two thieves, to rob him of his fair.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“And therefore would he put his bonnet on,<br/>
+Under whose brim the gaudy sun would peep;     1088<br/>
+The wind would blow it off, and being gone,<br/>
+Play with his locks; then would Adonis weep;<br/>
+    And straight, in pity of his tender years,<br/>
+    They both would strive who first should dry his tears.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“To see his face the lion walk’d along     1093<br/>
+Behind some hedge, because he would not fear him;<br/>
+To recreate himself when he hath sung,<br/>
+The tiger would be tame and gently hear him.     1096<br/>
+    If he had spoke, the wolf would leave his prey,<br/>
+    And never fright the silly lamb that day.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“When he beheld his shadow in the brook,<br/>
+The fishes spread on it their golden gills;     1100<br/>
+When he was by, the birds such pleasure took,<br/>
+That some would sing, some other in their bills<br/>
+    Would bring him mulberries and ripe-red cherries,<br/>
+    He fed them with his sight, they him with berries.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“But this foul, grim, and urchin-snouted boar,     1105<br/>
+Whose downward eye still looketh for a grave,<br/>
+Ne’er saw the beauteous livery that he wore;<br/>
+Witness the entertainment that he gave.     1108<br/>
+    If he did see his face, why then I know<br/>
+    He thought to kiss him, and hath kill’d him so.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“’Tis true, ’tis true; thus was Adonis slain:<br/>
+He ran upon the boar with his sharp spear,     1112<br/>
+Who did not whet his teeth at him again,<br/>
+But by a kiss thought to persuade him there;<br/>
+    And nuzzling in his flank, the loving swine<br/>
+    Sheath’d unaware the tusk in his soft groin.     1116<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Had I been tooth’d like him, I must confess,<br/>
+With kissing him I should have kill’d him first;<br/>
+But he is dead, and never did he bless<br/>
+My youth with his; the more am I accurst.”     1120<br/>
+    With this she falleth in the place she stood,<br/>
+    And stains her face with his congealed blood.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+She looks upon his lips, and they are pale;<br/>
+She takes him by the hand, and that is cold,     1124<br/>
+She whispers in his ears a heavy tale,<br/>
+As if they heard the woeful words she told;<br/>
+She lifts the coffer-lids that close his eyes,<br/>
+Where lo, two lamps burnt out in darkness lies.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Two glasses where herself herself beheld     1129<br/>
+A thousand times, and now no more reflect;<br/>
+Their virtue lost, wherein they late excell’d,<br/>
+And every beauty robb’d of his effect.     1132<br/>
+    “Wonder of time,” quoth she, “this is my spite,<br/>
+    That thou being dead, the day should yet be light.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Since thou art dead, lo here I prophesy,<br/>
+Sorrow on love hereafter shall attend:     1136<br/>
+It shall be waited on with jealousy,<br/>
+Find sweet beginning, but unsavoury end;<br/>
+    Ne’er settled equally, but high or low,<br/>
+    That all love’s pleasure shall not match his woe.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“It shall be fickle, false and full of fraud,     1141<br/>
+Bud, and be blasted in a breathing while;<br/>
+The bottom poison, and the top o’erstraw’d<br/>
+With sweets that shall the truest sight beguile.     1144<br/>
+    The strongest body shall it make most weak,<br/>
+    Strike the wise dumb, and teach the fool to speak.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“It shall be sparing, and too full of riot,<br/>
+Teaching decrepit age to tread the measures;     1148<br/>
+The staring ruffian shall it keep in quiet,<br/>
+Pluck down the rich, enrich the poor with treasures;<br/>
+    It shall be raging mad, and silly mild,<br/>
+    Make the young old, the old become a child.     1152<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“It shall suspect where is no cause of fear,<br/>
+It shall not fear where it should most mistrust;<br/>
+It shall be merciful, and too severe,<br/>
+And most deceiving when it seems most just;     1156<br/>
+    Perverse it shall be, where it shows most toward,<br/>
+    Put fear to valour, courage to the coward.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“It shall be cause of war and dire events,<br/>
+And set dissension ’twixt the son and sire;     1160<br/>
+Subject and servile to all discontents,<br/>
+As dry combustious matter is to fire,<br/>
+    Sith in his prime death doth my love destroy,<br/>
+    They that love best their love shall not enjoy.”     1164<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+By this the boy that by her side lay kill’d<br/>
+Was melted like a vapour from her sight,<br/>
+And in his blood that on the ground lay spill’d,<br/>
+A purple flower sprung up, chequer’d with white,     1168<br/>
+    Resembling well his pale cheeks, and the blood<br/>
+    Which in round drops upon their whiteness stood.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+She bows her head, the new-sprung flower to smell,<br/>
+Comparing it to her Adonis’ breath;     1172<br/>
+And says within her bosom it shall dwell,<br/>
+Since he himself is reft from her by death;<br/>
+    She crops the stalk, and in the breach appears<br/>
+    Green-dropping sap, which she compares to tears.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Poor flower,” quoth she, “this was thy father’s guise,<br/>
+Sweet issue of a more sweet-smelling sire,<br/>
+For every little grief to wet his eyes,<br/>
+To grow unto himself was his desire,     1180<br/>
+    And so ’tis thine; but know, it is as good<br/>
+    To wither in my breast as in his blood.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Here was thy father’s bed, here in my breast;<br/>
+Thou art the next of blood, and ’tis thy right:     1184<br/>
+Lo in this hollow cradle take thy rest,<br/>
+My throbbing heart shall rock thee day and night:<br/>
+    There shall not be one minute in an hour<br/>
+    Wherein I will not kiss my sweet love’s flower.”<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Thus weary of the world, away she hies,     1189<br/>
+And yokes her silver doves; by whose swift aid<br/>
+Their mistress mounted through the empty skies,<br/>
+In her light chariot quickly is convey’d;     1192<br/>
+    Holding their course to Paphos, where their queen<br/>
+    Means to immure herself and not be seen.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+FINIS
+</p>
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+ VENUS AND ADONIS
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+ by William Shakespeare
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+            _Vilia miretur vulgus; mihi flavus Apollo
+            Pocula Castalia plena ministret aqua._
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+TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE
+
+HENRY WRIOTHESLEY,  EARL OF SOUTHAMPTON,
+
+and Baron of Titchfield.
+
+
+Right Honourable, I know not how I shall offend in dedicating my
+unpolished lines to your lordship, nor how the world will censure me
+for choosing so strong a prop to support so weak a burthen: only, if
+your honour seem but pleased, I account myself highly praised, and vow
+to take advantage of all idle hours, till I have honoured you with some
+graver labour. But if the first heir of my invention prove deformed, I
+shall be sorry it had so noble a godfather, and never after ear so
+barren a land, for fear it yield me still so bad a harvest. I leave it
+to your honourable survey, and your honour to your heart’s content;
+which I wish may always answer your own wish and the world’s hopeful
+expectation.
+
+
+Your honour’s in all duty,
+
+
+WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.
+
+
+ VENUS AND ADONIS
+
+
+Even as the sun with purple-colour’d face
+Had ta’en his last leave of the weeping morn,
+Rose-cheek’d Adonis hied him to the chase;
+Hunting he lov’d, but love he laugh’d to scorn;        4
+  Sick-thoughted Venus makes amain unto him,
+  And like a bold-fac’d suitor ’gins to woo him.
+
+“Thrice fairer than myself,” thus she began,
+“The field’s chief flower, sweet above compare,        8
+Stain to all nymphs, more lovely than a man,
+More white and red than doves or roses are:
+  Nature that made thee, with herself at strife,
+  Saith that the world hath ending with thy life.     12
+
+“Vouchsafe, thou wonder, to alight thy steed,
+And rein his proud head to the saddle-bow;
+If thou wilt deign this favour, for thy meed
+A thousand honey secrets shalt thou know:             16
+  Here come and sit, where never serpent hisses,
+  And being set, I’ll smother thee with kisses.
+
+“And yet not cloy thy lips with loath’d satiety,
+But rather famish them amid their plenty,             20
+Making them red, and pale, with fresh variety:
+Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty:
+  A summer’s day will seem an hour but short,
+  Being wasted in such time-beguiling sport.”         24
+
+With this she seizeth on his sweating palm,
+The precedent of pith and livelihood,
+And trembling in her passion, calls it balm,
+Earth’s sovereign salve to do a goddess good:         28
+  Being so enrag’d, desire doth lend her force
+  Courageously to pluck him from his horse.
+
+Over one arm the lusty courser’s rein,
+Under her other was the tender boy,                   32
+Who blush’d and pouted in a dull disdain,
+With leaden appetite, unapt to toy;
+  She red and hot as coals of glowing fire,
+  He red for shame, but frosty in desire.             36
+
+The studded bridle on a ragged bough
+Nimbly she fastens;—O! how quick is love!—
+The steed is stalled up, and even now
+To tie the rider she begins to prove:                 40
+  Backward she push’d him, as she would be thrust,
+  And govern’d him in strength, though not in lust.
+
+So soon was she along, as he was down,
+Each leaning on their elbows and their hips:          44
+Now doth she stroke his cheek, now doth he frown,
+And ’gins to chide, but soon she stops his lips,
+  And kissing speaks, with lustful language broken,
+  “If thou wilt chide, thy lips shall never open.”    48
+
+He burns with bashful shame, she with her tears
+Doth quench the maiden burning of his cheeks;
+Then with her windy sighs and golden hairs
+To fan and blow them dry again she seeks.             52
+  He saith she is immodest, blames her miss;
+  What follows more, she murders with a kiss.
+
+Even as an empty eagle, sharp by fast,
+Tires with her beak on feathers, flesh and bone,      56
+Shaking her wings, devouring all in haste,
+Till either gorge be stuff’d or prey be gone:
+  Even so she kiss’d his brow, his cheek, his chin,
+  And where she ends she doth anew begin.             60
+
+Forc’d to content, but never to obey,
+Panting he lies, and breatheth in her face.
+She feedeth on the steam, as on a prey,
+And calls it heavenly moisture, air of grace,         64
+  Wishing her cheeks were gardens full of flowers
+  So they were dew’d with such distilling showers.
+
+Look how a bird lies tangled in a net,
+So fasten’d in her arms Adonis lies;                  68
+Pure shame and aw’d resistance made him fret,
+Which bred more beauty in his angry eyes:
+  Rain added to a river that is rank
+  Perforce will force it overflow the bank.           72
+
+Still she entreats, and prettily entreats,
+For to a pretty ear she tunes her tale.
+Still is he sullen, still he lours and frets,
+’Twixt crimson shame and anger ashy pale;             76
+  Being red she loves him best, and being white,
+  Her best is better’d with a more delight.
+
+Look how he can, she cannot choose but love;
+And by her fair immortal hand she swears,             80
+From his soft bosom never to remove,
+Till he take truce with her contending tears,
+  Which long have rain’d, making her cheeks all wet;
+  And one sweet kiss shall pay this countless debt.
+
+Upon this promise did he raise his chin,               85
+Like a dive-dapper peering through a wave,
+Who, being look’d on, ducks as quickly in;
+So offers he to give what she did crave,               88
+  But when her lips were ready for his pay,
+  He winks, and turns his lips another way.
+
+Never did passenger in summer’s heat
+More thirst for drink than she for this good turn.    92
+Her help she sees, but help she cannot get;
+She bathes in water, yet her fire must burn:
+  “O! pity,” ’gan she cry, “flint-hearted boy,
+  ’Tis but a kiss I beg; why art thou coy?            96
+
+“I have been woo’d as I entreat thee now,
+Even by the stern and direful god of war,
+Whose sinewy neck in battle ne’er did bow,
+Who conquers where he comes in every jar;             100
+  Yet hath he been my captive and my slave,
+  And begg’d for that which thou unask’d shalt have.
+
+“Over my altars hath he hung his lance,
+His batter’d shield, his uncontrolled crest,          104
+And for my sake hath learn’d to sport and dance,
+To toy, to wanton, dally, smile, and jest;
+  Scorning his churlish drum and ensign red
+  Making my arms his field, his tent my bed.         108
+
+“Thus he that overrul’d I oversway’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.                112
+  Oh be not proud, nor brag not of thy might,
+  For mast’ring her that foil’d the god of fight.
+
+“Touch but my lips with those fair lips of thine,
+Though mine be not so fair, yet are they red,        116
+The kiss shall be thine own as well as mine:
+What see’st thou in the ground? hold up thy head,
+  Look in mine eyeballs, there thy beauty lies;
+  Then why not lips on lips, since eyes in eyes?     120
+
+“Art thou asham’d to kiss? then wink again,
+And I will wink; so shall the day seem night.
+Love keeps his revels where there are but twain;
+Be bold to play, our sport is not in sight,          124
+  These blue-vein’d violets whereon we lean
+  Never can blab, nor know not what we mean.
+
+“The tender spring upon thy tempting lip             127
+Shows thee unripe; yet mayst thou well be tasted,
+Make use of time, let not advantage slip;
+Beauty within itself should not be wasted,
+  Fair flowers that are not gather’d in their prime
+  Rot, and consume themselves in little time.         132
+
+“Were I hard-favour’d, foul, or wrinkled old,
+Ill-nurtur’d, crooked, churlish, harsh in voice,
+O’erworn, despised, rheumatic, and cold,
+Thick-sighted, barren, lean, and lacking juice,      136
+  Then mightst thou pause, for then I were not for thee;
+  But having no defects, why dost abhor me?
+
+“Thou canst not see one wrinkle in my brow,           139
+Mine eyes are grey and bright, and quick in turning;
+My beauty as the spring doth yearly grow,
+My flesh is soft and plump, my marrow burning,
+  My smooth moist hand, were it with thy hand felt,
+  Would in thy palm dissolve, or seem to melt.       144
+
+“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.         148
+  Love is a spirit all compact of fire,
+  Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire.
+
+“Witness this primrose bank whereon I lie:           151
+These 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 shouldst think it heavy unto thee?       156
+
+“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 on theft.      160
+  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 beauty for the use,         164
+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 wast begot; to get it is thy duty.            168
+
+“Upon the earth’s increase why shouldst 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;      172
+  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,      176
+And Titan, tired in the midday heat,
+With burning eye did hotly overlook them,
+  Wishing Adonis had his team to guide,
+  So he were like him and by Venus’ side.            180
+
+And now Adonis with a lazy spright,
+And with a heavy, dark, disliking eye,
+His louring brows o’erwhelming his fair sight,
+Like misty vapours when they blot the sky,           184
+  Souring his cheeks, cries, “Fie, no more of love:
+  The sun doth burn my face; I must remove.”
+
+“Ay me,” quoth Venus, “young, and so unkind!
+What bare excuses mak’st thou to be gone!            188
+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.  192
+
+“The sun that shines from heaven shines but warm,
+And lo I lie between that sun and thee:
+The heat I have from thence doth little harm,
+Thine eye darts forth the fire that burneth me;      196
+  And were I not immortal, life were done,
+  Between this heavenly and earthly sun.
+
+“Art thou obdurate, flinty, hard as steel?
+Nay more than flint, for stone at rain relenteth:    200
+Art thou a woman’s son and canst not feel
+What ’tis to love, how want of love tormenteth?
+  O had thy mother borne so hard a mind,
+  She had not brought forth thee, but died unkind.   204
+
+“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:  208
+  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,              212
+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.”    216
+
+This said, impatience chokes 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.     220
+  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;            224
+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.             228
+
+“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;
+Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale:        232
+  Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry,
+  Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.
+
+“Within this limit is relief enough,
+Sweet bottom grass and high delightful plain,        236
+Round rising hillocks, brakes obscure and rough,
+To shelter thee from tempest and from rain:
+  Then be my deer, since I am such a park,           239
+  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;              244
+  Foreknowing well, if there he came to lie,
+  Why there love liv’d, and there he could not die.
+
+These lovely caves, these round enchanting pits,
+Open’d their mouths to swallow Venus’ liking.        248
+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 in scorn!      252
+
+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:       256
+  “Pity,” she cries; “some favour, some remorse!”
+  Away he springs, and hasteth to his horse.
+
+But lo from forth a copse that neighbours by,
+A breeding jennet, lusty, young, and proud,          260
+Adonis’ tramping courser doth espy,
+And forth she rushes, snorts and neighs aloud:
+  The strong-neck’d steed, being tied unto a tree,
+  Breaketh his rein, and to her straight goes he.    264
+
+Imperiously he leaps, he neighs, he bounds,
+And now his woven girths he breaks asunder;
+The bearing earth with his hard hoof he wounds,
+Whose hollow womb resounds like heaven’s thunder;
+  The iron bit he crusheth ’tween his teeth,         269
+  Controlling what he was controlled with.
+
+His ears up-prick’d; his braided hanging mane
+Upon his compass’d crest now stand on end;           272
+His nostrils drink the air, and forth again,
+As from a furnace, vapours doth he send:
+  His eye, which scornfully glisters like fire,
+  Shows his hot courage and his high desire.         276
+
+Sometime he trots, as if he told the steps,
+With gentle majesty and modest pride;
+Anon he rears upright, curvets and leaps,
+As who should say, “Lo thus my strength is tried;
+  And this I do to captivate the eye                 281
+  Of the fair breeder that is standing by.”
+
+What recketh he his rider’s angry stir,
+His flattering “Holla”, or his “Stand, I say”?       284
+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.      288
+
+Look when a painter would 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:             292
+  So did this horse excel a common one,
+  In shape, in courage, colour, pace and bone.
+
+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.             300
+
+Sometimes he scuds far off, and there he stares;
+Anon he starts at stirring of a feather:
+To bid the wind a base he now prepares,
+And where he run or fly they know not whether;       304
+  For through his mane and tail the high wind sings,
+  Fanning the hairs, who wave like feather’d wings.
+
+He looks upon his love, and neighs unto her;
+She answers him as if she knew his mind,             308
+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.      312
+
+Then like a melancholy malcontent,
+He vails his tail that like a falling plume,
+Cool shadow to his melting buttock lent:
+He stamps, and bites the poor flies in his fume.     316
+  His love, perceiving how he was enrag’d,
+  Grew kinder, and his fury was assuag’d.
+
+His testy master goeth about to take him,
+When lo the unback’d breeder, full of fear,         320
+Jealous of catching, swiftly doth forsake him,
+With her the horse, and left Adonis there:
+  As they were mad, unto the wood they hie them,
+  Outstripping crows that strive to overfly them.    324
+
+All swoln with chafing, down Adonis sits,
+Banning his boisterous and unruly beast;
+And now the happy season once more fits
+That love-sick love by pleading may be blest;        328
+  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 stay’d,
+Burneth more hotly, swelleth with more rage:         332
+So of concealed sorrow may be said,
+Free vent of words love’s fire doth assuage;
+  But when the heart’s attorney once is mute,
+  The client breaks, as desperate in his suit.       336
+
+He sees her coming, and begins to glow,
+Even as a dying coal revives with wind,
+And with his bonnet hides his angry brow,
+Looks on the dull earth with disturbed mind,         340
+  Taking no notice that she is so nigh,
+  For all askance he holds her in his eye.
+
+O what a sight it was, wistly to view
+How she came stealing to the wayward boy,            344
+To note the fighting conflict of her hue,
+How white and red each other did destroy:
+  But now her cheek was pale, and by and by
+  It flash’d forth fire, as lightning from the sky.  348
+
+Now was she just before him as he sat,
+And like a lowly lover down she kneels;
+With one fair hand she heaveth up his hat,
+Her other tender hand his fair cheek feels:          352
+  His tend’rer cheek receives her soft hand’s print,
+  As apt as new-fall’n snow takes any dint.
+
+Oh what a war of looks was then between them,
+Her eyes petitioners to his eyes suing,              356
+His eyes saw her eyes, as they had not seen them,
+Her eyes woo’d still, his eyes disdain’d the wooing:
+  And all this dumb play had his acts made plain
+  With tears, which, chorus-like, her eyes did rain.
+
+Full gently now she takes him by the hand,           361
+A lily prison’d in a gaol of snow,
+Or ivory in an alabaster band,
+So white a friend engirts so white a foe:            364
+  This beauteous combat, wilful and unwilling,
+  Show’d like two silver doves that sit a-billing.
+
+Once more the engine of her thoughts began:
+“O fairest mover on this mortal round,               368
+Would thou wert as I am, and I a man,
+My heart all whole as thine, thy heart my wound,
+  For one sweet look thy help I would assure thee,
+  Though nothing but my body’s bane would cure thee.”
+
+“Give me my hand,” saith he, “why dost thou feel it?”
+“Give me my heart,” saith she, “and thou shalt have it.
+O give it me lest thy hard heart do steel it,
+And being steel’d, soft sighs can never grave it.    376
+  Then love’s deep groans I never shall regard,
+  Because Adonis’ heart hath made mine hard.”
+
+“For shame,” he cries, “let go, and let me go,
+My day’s delight is past, my horse is gone,          380
+And ’tis your fault I am bereft him so,
+I pray you hence, and leave me here alone,
+  For all my mind, my thought, my busy care,
+  Is how to get my palfrey from the mare.”           384
+
+Thus she replies: “Thy palfrey as he should,
+Welcomes the warm approach of sweet desire,
+Affection is a coal that must be cool’d;
+Else, suffer’d, it will set the heart on fire,       388
+  The sea hath bounds, but deep desire hath none;
+  Therefore no marvel though thy horse be gone.
+
+“How like a jade he stood tied to the tree,
+Servilely master’d with a leathern rein!             392
+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,
+  Enfranchising his mouth, his back, his breast.     396
+
+“Who sees his true-love in her naked bed,
+Teaching the sheets a whiter hue than white,
+But when his glutton eye so full hath fed,
+His other agents aim at like delight?                400
+  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,           404
+To take advantage on presented joy,
+Though I were dumb, yet his proceedings teach thee.
+  O learn to love, the lesson is but plain,
+  And once made perfect, never lost again.”          408
+
+“I know not love,” quoth he, “nor will not know it,
+Unless it be a boar, and then I chase it;
+’Tis much to borrow, and I will not owe it;
+My love to love is love but to disgrace it;          412
+  For I have heard, it is a life in death,
+  That laughs and weeps, and all but with a breath.
+
+“Who wears a garment shapeless and unfinish’d?
+Who plucks the bud before one leaf put forth?        416
+If springing things be any jot diminish’d,
+They wither in their prime, prove nothing worth;
+  The colt that’s back’d and burden’d being young,
+  Loseth his pride, and never waxeth strong.         420
+
+“You hurt my hand with wringing. Let us part,
+And leave this idle theme, this bootless chat:
+Remove your siege from my unyielding heart,
+To love’s alarms it will not ope the gate:           424
+  Dismiss your vows, your feigned tears, your flatt’ry;
+  For where a heart is hard they make no batt’ry.”
+
+“What! canst thou talk?” quoth she, “hast thou a tongue?
+O would thou hadst not, or I had no hearing;        428
+Thy mermaid’s voice hath done me double wrong;
+I had my load before, now press’d with bearing:
+  Melodious discord, heavenly tune, harsh-sounding,
+  Ear’s deep sweet music, and heart’s deep sore wounding.
+
+“Had I no eyes but ears, my ears would love          433
+That inward beauty and invisible;
+Or were I deaf, thy outward parts would move
+Each part in me that were but sensible:              436
+  Though neither eyes nor ears, to hear nor see,
+  Yet should I be in love by touching thee.
+
+“Say that the sense of feeling were bereft me,
+And that I could not see, nor hear, nor touch,       440
+And nothing but the very smell were left me,
+Yet would my love to thee be still as much;
+  For from the stillitory of thy face excelling
+  Comes breath perfum’d, that breedeth love by smelling.
+
+“But oh what banquet wert thou to the taste,         445
+Being nurse and feeder of the other four;
+Would they not wish the feast might ever last,
+And bid suspicion double-lock the door,
+  Lest jealousy, that sour unwelcome guest,
+  Should by his stealing in disturb the feast?”      448
+
+Once more the ruby-colour’d portal open’d,
+Which to his speech did honey passage yield,         452
+Like a red morn that ever yet betoken’d
+Wrack to the seaman, tempest to the field,
+  Sorrow to shepherds, woe unto the birds,
+  Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds.      456
+
+This ill presage advisedly she marketh:
+Even as the wind is hush’d before it raineth,
+Or as the wolf doth grin before he barketh,
+Or as the berry breaks before it staineth,           460
+  Or like the deadly bullet of a gun,
+  His meaning struck her ere his words begun.
+
+And at his look she flatly falleth down
+For looks kill love, and love by looks reviveth;     464
+A smile recures the wounding of a frown;
+But blessed bankrout, that by love so thriveth!
+  The silly boy, believing she is dead,
+  Claps her pale cheek, till clapping makes it red.  468
+
+And all amaz’d brake off his late intent,
+For sharply he did think to reprehend her,
+Which cunning love did wittily prevent:
+Fair fall the wit that can so well defend her!       472
+  For on the grass she lies as she were slain,
+  Till his breath breatheth life in her again.
+
+He wrings her nose, he strikes her on the cheeks,
+He bends her fingers, holds her pulses hard,         476
+He chafes her lips; a thousand ways he seeks
+To mend the hurt that his unkindness marr’d:
+  He kisses her; and she, by her good will,
+  Will never rise, so he will kiss her still.        480
+
+The night of sorrow now is turn’d to day:
+Her two blue windows faintly she up-heaveth,
+Like the fair sun when in his fresh array
+He cheers the morn, and all the world relieveth:     484
+  And as the bright sun glorifies the sky,
+  So is her face illumin’d with her eye.
+
+Whose beams upon his hairless face are fix’d,
+As if from thence they borrow’d all their shine.     488
+Were never four such lamps together mix’d,
+Had not his clouded with his brow’s repine;
+  But hers, which through the crystal tears gave light
+  Shone like the moon in water seen by night.        492
+
+“O where am I?” quoth she, “in earth or heaven?
+Or in the ocean drench’d, or in the fire?
+What hour is this? or morn or weary even?
+Do I delight to die, or life desire?                 496
+  But now I liv’d, and life was death’s annoy;
+  But now I died, and death was lively joy.
+
+“O thou didst kill me; kill me once again:
+Thy eyes’ shrewd tutor, that hard heart of thine,    500
+Hath taught them scornful tricks, and such disdain,
+That they have murder’d this poor heart of mine;
+  And these mine eyes, true leaders to their queen,
+  But for thy piteous lips no more had seen.         504
+
+“Long may they kiss each other for this cure!
+Oh never let their crimson liveries wear,
+And as they last, their verdure still endure,
+To drive infection from the dangerous year:          508
+  That the star-gazers, having writ on death,
+  May say, the plague is banish’d by thy breath.
+
+“Pure lips, sweet seals in my soft lips imprinted,
+What bargains may I make, still to be sealing?       512
+To sell myself I can be well contented,
+So thou wilt buy, and pay, and use good dealing;
+  Which purchase if thou make, for fear of slips,
+  Set thy seal manual on my wax-red lips.            516
+
+“A thousand kisses buys my heart from me;
+And pay them at thy leisure, one by one,
+What is ten hundred touches unto thee?
+Are they not quickly told and quickly gone?          520
+  Say, for non-payment that the debt should double,
+  Is twenty hundred kisses such a trouble?”
+
+“Fair queen,” quoth he, “if any love you owe me,
+Measure my strangeness with my unripe years:         524
+Before I know myself, seek not to know me;
+No fisher but the ungrown fry forbears:
+  The mellow plum doth fall, the green sticks fast,
+  Or being early pluck’d, is sour to taste.          528
+
+“Look the world’s comforter, with weary gait
+His day’s hot task hath ended in the west;
+The owl, night’s herald, shrieks, ’tis very late;
+The sheep are gone to fold, birds to their nest,     532
+  And coal-black clouds that shadow heaven’s light
+  Do summon us to part, and bid good night.
+
+“Now let me say good night, and so say you;
+If you will say so, you shall have a kiss.”          536
+“Good night,” quoth she; and ere he says adieu,
+The honey fee of parting tender’d is:
+  Her arms do lend his neck a sweet embrace;
+  Incorporate then they seem, face grows to face.    540
+
+Till breathless he disjoin’d, and backward drew
+The heavenly moisture, that sweet coral mouth,
+Whose precious taste her thirsty lips well knew,
+Whereon they surfeit, yet complain on drouth,        544
+  He with her plenty press’d, she faint with dearth,
+  Their lips together glued, fall to the earth.
+
+Now quick desire hath caught the yielding prey,
+And glutton-like she feeds, yet never filleth;       548
+Her lips are conquerors, his lips obey,
+Paying what ransom the insulter willeth;
+  Whose vulture thought doth pitch the price so high,
+  That she will draw his lips’ rich treasure dry.    552
+
+And having felt the sweetness of the spoil,
+With blindfold fury she begins to forage;
+Her face doth reek and smoke, her blood doth boil,
+And careless lust stirs up a desperate courage,      556
+  Planting oblivion, beating reason back,
+  Forgetting shame’s pure blush and honour’s wrack.
+
+Hot, faint, and weary, with her hard embracing,
+Like a wild bird being tam’d with too much handling,
+Or as the fleet-foot roe that’s tir’d with chasing,  561
+Or like the froward infant still’d with dandling:
+  He now obeys, and now no more resisteth,
+  While she takes all she can, not all she listeth.  564
+
+What wax so frozen but dissolves with temp’ring,
+And yields at last to every light impression?
+Things out of hope are compass’d oft with vent’ring,
+Chiefly in love, whose leave exceeds commission:     568
+  Affection faints not like a pale-fac’d coward,
+  But then woos best when most his choice is froward.
+
+When he did frown, O had she then gave over,
+Such nectar from his lips she had not suck’d.        572
+Foul words and frowns must not repel a lover;
+What though the rose have prickles, yet ’tis pluck’d.
+  Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast,
+  Yet love breaks through, and picks them all at last.
+
+For pity now she can no more detain him;             577
+The poor fool prays her that he may depart:
+She is resolv’d no longer to restrain him,
+Bids him farewell, and look well to her heart,       580
+  The which by Cupid’s bow she doth protest,
+  He carries thence encaged in his breast.
+
+“Sweet boy,” she says, “this night I’ll waste in sorrow,
+For my sick heart commands mine eyes to watch.       584
+Tell me, love’s master, shall we meet tomorrow
+Say, shall we? shall we? wilt thou make the match?”
+  He tells her no, tomorrow he intends
+  To hunt the boar with certain of his friends.      588
+
+“The boar!” quoth she; whereat a sudden pale,
+Like lawn being spread upon the blushing rose,
+Usurps her cheek, she trembles at his tale,
+And on his neck her yoking arms she throws.          592
+  She sinketh down, still hanging by his neck,
+  He on her belly falls, she on her back.
+
+Now is she in the very lists of love,
+Her champion mounted for the hot encounter:          596
+All is imaginary she doth prove,
+He will not manage her, although he mount her;
+  That worse than Tantalus’ is her annoy,
+  To clip Elysium and to lack her joy.               600
+
+Even as poor birds, deceiv’d with painted grapes,
+Do surfeit by the eye and pine the maw:
+Even so she languisheth in her mishaps,
+As those poor birds that helpless berries saw.       604
+  The warm effects which she in him finds missing,
+  She seeks to kindle with continual kissing.
+
+But all in vain, good queen, it will not be,
+She hath assay’d as much as may be prov’d;           608
+Her pleading hath deserv’d a greater fee;
+She’s love, she loves, and yet she is not lov’d.
+  “Fie, fie,” he says, “you crush me; let me go;
+  You have no reason to withhold me so.”             612
+
+“Thou hadst been gone,” quoth she, “sweet boy, ere this,
+But that thou told’st me thou wouldst hunt the boar.
+Oh be advis’d; thou know’st not what it is,
+With javelin’s point a churlish swine to gore,       616
+  Whose tushes never sheath’d he whetteth still,
+  Like to a mortal butcher, bent to kill.
+
+“On his bow-back he hath a battle set
+Of bristly pikes, that ever threat his foes;         620
+His eyes like glow-worms shine when he doth fret;
+His snout digs sepulchres where’er he goes;
+  Being mov’d, he strikes whate’er is in his way,
+  And whom he strikes his crooked tushes slay.       624
+
+“His brawny sides, with hairy bristles armed,
+Are better proof than thy spear’s point can enter;
+His short thick neck cannot be easily harmed;
+Being ireful, on the lion he will venture:           628
+  The thorny brambles and embracing bushes,
+  As fearful of him, part, through whom he rushes.
+
+“Alas! he naught esteems that face of thine,
+To which love’s eyes pay tributary gazes;            632
+Nor thy soft hands, sweet lips, and crystal eyne,
+Whose full perfection all the world amazes;
+  But having thee at vantage, wondrous dread!
+  Would root these beauties as he roots the mead.
+
+“Oh let him keep his loathsome cabin still,          637
+Beauty hath naught to do with such foul fiends:
+Come not within his danger by thy will;
+They that thrive well, take counsel of their friends.
+  When thou didst name the boar, not to dissemble,
+  I fear’d thy fortune, and my joints did tremble.
+
+“Didst thou not mark my face, was it not white?
+Saw’st thou not signs of fear lurk in mine eye?      644
+Grew I not faint, and fell I not downright?
+Within my bosom, whereon thou dost lie,
+  My boding heart pants, beats, and takes no rest,
+  But like an earthquake, shakes thee on my breast.
+
+“For where love reigns, disturbing jealousy          649
+Doth call himself affection’s sentinel;
+Gives false alarms, suggesteth mutiny,
+And in a peaceful hour doth cry “Kill, kill!”        652
+  Distemp’ring gentle love in his desire,
+  As air and water do abate the fire.
+
+“This sour informer, this bate-breeding spy,
+This canker that eats up love’s tender spring,       656
+This carry-tale, dissentious jealousy,
+That sometime true news, sometime false doth bring,
+  Knocks at my heart, and whispers in mine ear,
+  That if I love thee, I thy death should fear.      660
+
+“And more than so, presenteth to mine eye
+The picture of an angry chafing boar,
+Under whose sharp fangs on his back doth lie
+An image like thyself, all stain’d with gore;        664
+  Whose blood upon the fresh flowers being shed,
+  Doth make them droop with grief and hang the head.
+
+“What should I do, seeing thee so indeed,
+That tremble at th’imagination?                      668
+The thought of it doth make my faint heart bleed,
+And fear doth teach it divination:
+  I prophesy thy death, my living sorrow,
+  If thou encounter with the boar tomorrow.          672
+
+“But if thou needs wilt hunt, be rul’d by me;
+Uncouple at the timorous flying hare,
+Or at the fox which lives by subtilty,
+Or at the roe which no encounter dare:               676
+  Pursue these fearful creatures o’er the downs,
+  And on thy well-breath’d horse keep with thy hounds.
+
+“And when thou hast on foot the purblind hare,
+Mark the poor wretch, to overshoot his troubles      680
+How he outruns the wind, and with what care
+He cranks and crosses with a thousand doubles:
+  The many musits through the which he goes
+  Are like a labyrinth to amaze his foes.            684
+
+“Sometime he runs among a flock of sheep,
+To make the cunning hounds mistake their smell,
+And sometime where earth-delving conies keep,
+To stop the loud pursuers in their yell,             688
+  And sometime sorteth with a herd of deer;
+  Danger deviseth shifts, wit waits on fear.
+
+“For there his smell with others being mingled,      691
+The hot scent-snuffing hounds are driven to doubt,
+Ceasing their clamorous cry, till they have singled
+With much ado the cold fault cleanly out;
+  Then do they spend their mouths: echo replies,
+  As if another chase were in the skies.             696
+
+“By this, poor Wat, far off upon a hill,
+Stands on his hinder legs with list’ning ear,
+To hearken if his foes pursue him still.
+Anon their loud alarums he doth hear;                700
+  And now his grief may be compared well
+  To one sore sick that hears the passing bell.
+
+“Then shalt thou see the dew-bedabbled wretch
+Turn, and return, indenting with the way,            704
+Each envious briar his weary legs do scratch,
+Each shadow makes him stop, each murmur stay:
+  For misery is trodden on by many,
+  And being low never reliev’d by any.               708
+
+“Lie quietly, and hear a little more;
+Nay, do not struggle, for thou shalt not rise:
+To make thee hate the hunting of the boar,
+Unlike myself thou hear’st me moralize,              712
+  Applying this to that, and so to so,
+  For love can comment upon every woe.
+
+“Where did I leave?” “No matter where,” quoth he
+“Leave me, and then the story aptly ends:            716
+The night is spent.” “Why, what of that?” quoth she.
+“I am,” quoth he, “expected of my friends;
+  And now ’tis dark, and going I shall fall.”
+  “In night,” quoth she, “desire sees best of all.  720
+
+But if thou fall, oh then imagine this,
+The earth, in love with thee, thy footing trips,
+And all is but to rob thee of a kiss.                723
+Rich preys make true men thieves; so do thy lips
+  Make modest Dian cloudy and forlorn,
+  Lest she should steal a kiss and die forsworn."
+
+“Now of this dark night I perceive the reason:
+Cynthia for shame obscures her silver shine          728
+Till forging nature be condemn’d of treason,
+For stealing moulds from heaven, that were divine;
+  Wherein she fram’d thee, in high heaven’s despite,
+  To shame the sun by day and her by night.          732
+
+“And therefore hath she brib’d the destinies,
+To cross the curious workmanship of nature,
+To mingle beauty with infirmities,
+And pure perfection with impure defeature,           736
+  Making it subject to the tyranny
+  Of mad mischances and much misery.
+
+“As burning fevers, agues pale and faint,
+Life-poisoning pestilence and frenzies wood,         740
+The marrow-eating sickness, whose attaint
+Disorder breeds by heating of the blood;
+  Surfeits, imposthumes, grief, and damn’d despair,
+  Swear nature’s death, for framing thee so fair.    744
+
+“And not the least of all these maladies
+But in one minute’s fight brings beauty under:
+Both favour, savour, hue and qualities,
+Whereat th’impartial gazer late did wonder,          748
+  Are on the sudden wasted, thaw’d and done,
+  As mountain snow melts with the midday sun.
+
+“Therefore despite of fruitless chastity,
+Love-lacking vestals and self-loving nuns,           752
+That on the earth would breed a scarcity
+And barren dearth of daughters and of sons,
+  Be prodigal: the lamp that burns by night
+  Dries up his oil to lend the world his light.      756
+
+“What is thy body but a swallowing grave,
+Seeming to bury that posterity,
+Which by the rights of time thou needs must have,
+If thou destroy them not in dark obscurity?          760
+  If so, the world will hold thee in disdain,
+  Sith in thy pride so fair a hope is slain.
+
+“So in thyself thyself art made away;
+A mischief worse than civil home-bred strife,        764
+Or theirs whose desperate hands themselves do slay,
+Or butcher sire that reeves his son of life.
+  Foul cank’ring rust the hidden treasure frets,
+  But gold that’s put to use more gold begets.”      768
+
+“Nay then,” quoth Adon, “you will fall again
+Into your idle over-handled theme;
+The kiss I gave you is bestow’d in vain,
+And all in vain you strive against the stream;       772
+  For by this black-fac’d night, desire’s foul nurse,
+  Your treatise makes me like you worse and worse.
+
+“If love have lent you twenty thousand tongues,
+And every tongue more moving than your own,          776
+Bewitching like the wanton mermaid’s songs,
+Yet from mine ear the tempting tune is blown;
+  For know, my heart stands armed in mine ear,
+  And will not let a false sound enter there.        780
+
+“Lest the deceiving harmony should run
+Into the quiet closure of my breast,
+And then my little heart were quite undone,
+In his bedchamber to be barr’d of rest.              784
+  No, lady, no; my heart longs not to groan,
+  But soundly sleeps, while now it sleeps alone.
+
+“What have you urg’d that I cannot reprove?
+The path is smooth that leadeth on to danger;        790
+I hate not love, but your device in love
+That lends embracements unto every stranger.
+  You do it for increase: O strange excuse!
+  When reason is the bawd to lust’s abuse.           792
+
+“Call it not love, for love to heaven is fled,
+Since sweating lust on earth usurp’d his name;
+Under whose simple semblance he hath fed
+Upon fresh beauty, blotting it with blame;           796
+  Which the hot tyrant stains and soon bereaves,
+  As caterpillars do the tender leaves.
+
+“Love comforteth like sunshine after rain,
+But lust’s effect is tempest after sun;              800
+Love’s gentle spring doth always fresh remain,
+Lust’s winter comes ere summer half be done.
+  Love surfeits not, lust like a glutton dies;
+  Love is all truth, lust full of forged lies.       804
+
+“More I could tell, but more I dare not say;
+The text is old, the orator too green.
+Therefore, in sadness, now I will away;
+My face is full of shame, my heart of teen,          808
+  Mine ears, that to your wanton talk attended
+  Do burn themselves for having so offended.”
+
+With this he breaketh from the sweet embrace         811
+Of those fair arms which bound him to her breast,
+And homeward through the dark laund runs apace;
+Leaves love upon her back deeply distress’d.
+  Look how a bright star shooteth from the sky,
+  So glides he in the night from Venus’ eye.         816
+
+Which after him she darts, as one on shore
+Gazing upon a late embarked friend,
+Till the wild waves will have him seen no more,
+Whose ridges with the meeting clouds contend:        820
+  So did the merciless and pitchy night
+  Fold in the object that did feed her sight.
+
+Whereat amaz’d, as one that unaware
+Hath dropp’d a precious jewel in the flood,          824
+Or ’stonish’d as night-wanderers often are,
+Their light blown out in some mistrustful wood;
+  Even so confounded in the dark she lay,
+  Having lost the fair discovery of her way.         828
+
+And now she beats her heart, whereat it groans,
+That all the neighbour caves, as seeming troubled,
+Make verbal repetition of her moans;
+Passion on passion deeply is redoubled:              832
+  “Ay me!” she cries, and twenty times, “Woe, woe!”
+  And twenty echoes twenty times cry so.
+
+She marking them, begins a wailing note,
+And sings extemporally a woeful ditty;               836
+How love makes young men thrall, and old men dote,
+How love is wise in folly foolish witty:
+  Her heavy anthem still concludes in woe,
+  And still the choir of echoes answer so.           840
+
+Her song was tedious, and outwore the night,
+For lovers’ hours are long, though seeming short,
+If pleas’d themselves, others they think, delight
+In such like circumstance, with such like sport:     844
+  Their copious stories oftentimes begun,
+  End without audience, and are never done.
+
+For who hath she to spend the night withal,
+But idle sounds resembling parasites;                848
+Like shrill-tongu’d tapsters answering every call,
+Soothing the humour of fantastic wits?
+  She says, “’Tis so:” they answer all, “’Tis so;”
+  And would say after her, if she said “No.”         852
+
+Lo here the gentle lark, weary of rest,
+From his moist cabinet mounts up on high,
+And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast
+The sun ariseth in his majesty;                      856
+  Who doth the world so gloriously behold,
+  That cedar tops and hills seem burnish’d gold.
+
+Venus salutes him with this fair good morrow:
+“Oh thou clear god, and patron of all light,         860
+From whom each lamp and shining star doth borrow
+The beauteous influence that makes him bright,
+  There lives a son that suck’d an earthly mother,
+  May lend thee light, as thou dost lend to other.”
+
+This said, she hasteth to a myrtle grove,            865
+Musing the morning is so much o’erworn,
+And yet she hears no tidings of her love;
+She hearkens for his hounds and for his horn.        868
+  Anon she hears them chant it lustily,
+  And all in haste she coasteth to the cry.
+
+And as she runs, the bushes in the way
+Some catch her by the neck, some kiss her face,      872
+Some twine about her thigh to make her stay:
+She wildly breaketh from their strict embrace,
+  Like a milch doe, whose swelling dugs do ache,
+  Hasting to feed her fawn hid in some brake.        876
+
+By this she hears the hounds are at a bay,
+Whereat she starts like one that spies an adder
+Wreath’d up in fatal folds just in his way,
+The fear whereof doth make him shake and shudder;    880
+  Even so the timorous yelping of the hounds
+  Appals her senses, and her spirit confounds.
+
+For now she knows it is no gentle chase,
+But the blunt boar, rough bear, or lion proud,       884
+Because the cry remaineth in one place,
+Where fearfully the dogs exclaim aloud,
+  Finding their enemy to be so curst,
+  They all strain court’sy who shall cope him first. 888
+
+This dismal cry rings sadly in her ear,
+Through which it enters to surprise her heart;
+Who overcome by doubt and bloodless fear,
+With cold-pale weakness numbs each feeling part;     892
+  Like soldiers when their captain once doth yield,
+  They basely fly and dare not stay the field.
+
+Thus stands she in a trembling ecstasy,
+Till cheering up her senses sore dismay’d,           896
+She tells them ’tis a causeless fantasy,
+And childish error, that they are afraid;
+  Bids them leave quaking, bids them fear no more:
+  And with that word, she spied the hunted boar.     900
+
+Whose frothy mouth bepainted all with red,
+Like milk and blood being mingled both together,
+A second fear through all her sinews spread,
+Which madly hurries her she knows not whither:       904
+  This way she runs, and now she will no further,
+  But back retires, to rate the boar for murther.
+
+A thousand spleens bear her a thousand ways,
+She treads the path that she untreads again;         908
+Her more than haste is mated with delays,
+Like the proceedings of a drunken brain,
+  Full of respects, yet naught at all respecting,
+  In hand with all things, naught at all effecting.
+
+Here kennel’d in a brake she finds a hound,          913
+And asks the weary caitiff for his master,
+And there another licking of his wound,
+’Gainst venom’d sores the only sovereign plaster.    916
+  And here she meets another sadly scowling,
+  To whom she speaks, and he replies with howling.
+
+When he hath ceas’d his ill-resounding noise,
+Another flap-mouth’d mourner, black and grim,        920
+Against the welkin volleys out his voice;
+Another and another answer him,
+  Clapping their proud tails to the ground below,
+  Shaking their scratch’d ears, bleeding as they go.
+
+Look how the world’s poor people are amazed          925
+At apparitions, signs, and prodigies,
+Whereon with fearful eyes they long have gazed,
+Infusing them with dreadful prophecies;              928
+  So she at these sad signs draws up her breath,
+  And sighing it again, exclaims on death.
+
+“Hard-favour’d tyrant, ugly, meagre, lean,           931
+Hateful divorce of love,” thus chides she death,
+“Grim-grinning ghost, earth’s worm, what dost thou mean?
+To stifle beauty and to steal his breath,
+  Who when he liv’d, his breath and beauty set
+  Gloss on the rose, smell to the violet.            936
+
+“If he be dead, O no, it cannot be,
+Seeing his beauty, thou shouldst strike at it,
+O yes, it may, thou hast no eyes to see,
+But hatefully at random dost thou hit.               940
+  Thy mark is feeble age, but thy false dart
+  Mistakes that aim, and cleaves an infant’s heart.
+
+“Hadst thou but bid beware, then he had spoke,
+And hearing him, thy power had lost his power.       944
+The destinies will curse thee for this stroke;
+They bid thee crop a weed, thou pluck’st a flower.
+  Love’s golden arrow at him should have fled,
+  And not death’s ebon dart to strike him dead.      948
+
+“Dost thou drink tears, that thou provok’st such weeping?
+What may a heavy groan advantage thee?
+Why hast thou cast into eternal sleeping
+Those eyes that taught all other eyes to see?        952
+  Now nature cares not for thy mortal vigour,
+  Since her best work is ruin’d with thy rigour.”
+
+Here overcome, as one full of despair,
+She vail’d her eyelids, who like sluices stopp’d     956
+The crystal tide that from her two cheeks fair
+In the sweet channel of her bosom dropp’d
+  But through the flood-gates breaks the silver rain,
+  And with his strong course opens them again.       960
+
+O how her eyes and tears did lend and borrow;
+Her eyes seen in the tears, tears in her eye;
+Both crystals, where they view’d each other’s sorrow,
+Sorrow that friendly sighs sought still to dry;      964
+  But like a stormy day, now wind, now rain,
+  Sighs dry her cheeks, tears make them wet again.
+
+Variable passions throng her constant woe,
+As striving who should best become her grief;        968
+All entertain’d, each passion labours so,
+That every present sorrow seemeth chief,
+  But none is best, then join they all together,
+  Like many clouds consulting for foul weather.      972
+
+By this, far off she hears some huntsman holla;
+A nurse’s song ne’er pleas’d her babe so well:
+The dire imagination she did follow
+This sound of hope doth labour to expel;             976
+  For now reviving joy bids her rejoice,
+  And flatters her it is Adonis’ voice.
+
+Whereat her tears began to turn their tide,
+Being prison’d in her eye, like pearls in glass;     980
+Yet sometimes falls an orient drop beside,
+Which her cheek melts, as scorning it should pass
+  To wash the foul face of the sluttish ground,
+  Who is but drunken when she seemeth drown’d.
+
+O hard-believing love, how strange it seems          985
+Not to believe, and yet too credulous;
+Thy weal and woe are both of them extremes;
+Despair and hope make thee ridiculous,               988
+  The one doth flatter thee in thoughts unlikely,
+  In likely thoughts the other kills thee quickly.
+
+Now she unweaves the web that she hath wrought,
+Adonis lives, and death is not to blame;             992
+It was not she that call’d him all to naught;
+Now she adds honours to his hateful name.
+  She clepes him king of graves, and grave for kings,
+  Imperious supreme of all mortal things.            996
+
+“No, no,” quoth she, “sweet death, I did but jest;
+Yet pardon me, I felt a kind of fear
+Whenas I met the boar, that bloody beast,
+Which knows no pity, but is still severe;           1000
+  Then, gentle shadow,—truth I must confess—
+  I rail’d on thee, fearing my love’s decease.
+
+“’Tis not my fault, the boar provok’d my tongue;
+Be wreak’d on him, invisible commander;             1004
+’Tis he, foul creature, that hath done thee wrong;
+I did but act, he’s author of my slander.
+  Grief hath two tongues, and never woman yet,
+  Could rule them both, without ten women’s wit.”
+
+Thus hoping that Adonis is alive,                   1009
+Her rash suspect she doth extenuate;
+And that his beauty may the better thrive,
+With death she humbly doth insinuate;               1012
+  Tells him of trophies, statues, tombs and stories
+  His victories, his triumphs and his glories.
+
+“O love!” quoth she, “how much a fool was I,
+To be of such a weak and silly mind,                1016
+To wail his death who lives, and must not die
+Till mutual overthrow of mortal kind;
+  For he being dead, with him is beauty slain,
+  And beauty dead, black Chaos comes again.         1020
+
+“Fie, fie, fond love, thou art as full of fear
+As one with treasure laden, hemm’d with thieves,
+Trifles unwitnessed with eye or ear,
+Thy coward heart with false bethinking grieves.”    1024
+  Even at this word she hears a merry horn,
+  Whereat she leaps that was but late forlorn.
+
+As falcon to the lure, away she flies;
+The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light,    1028
+And in her haste unfortunately spies
+The foul boar’s conquest on her fair delight;
+  Which seen, her eyes, as murder’d with the view,
+  Like stars asham’d of day, themselves withdrew.
+
+Or as the snail, whose tender horns being hit,      1033
+Shrinks backwards in his shelly cave with pain,
+And there all smother’d up, in shade doth sit,
+Long after fearing to creep forth again:            1036
+  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,             1040
+Who bids them still consort with ugly night,
+And never wound the heart with looks again;
+  Who like a king perplexed in his throne,
+  By their suggestion gives a deadly groan.         1044
+
+Whereat each tributary subject quakes,
+As when the wind imprison’d in the ground,
+Struggling for passage, earth’s foundation shakes,
+Which with cold terror doth men’s minds confound.
+  This mutiny each part doth so surprise            1049
+  That from their dark beds once more leap her eyes.
+
+And being open’d, threw unwilling light
+Upon the wide wound that the boar had trench’d
+In his soft flank, whose wonted lily white          1053
+With purple tears that his wound wept, was drench’d.
+  No flower was nigh, no grass, herb, leaf or weed,
+  But stole his blood and seem’d with him to bleed.
+
+This solemn sympathy poor Venus noteth,             1057
+Over one shoulder doth she hang her head,
+Dumbly she passions, franticly she doteth;
+She thinks he could not die, he is not dead:        1060
+  Her voice is stopp’d, 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,           1065
+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,         1069
+And yet,” quoth she, “behold two Adons dead!
+My sighs are blown away, my salt tears gone,
+Mine eyes are turn’d to fire, my heart to lead:     1072
+  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 anything ensuing?          1078
+  The flowers are sweet, their colours fresh and trim,
+  But true sweet beauty liv’d and died with him.
+
+“Bonnet nor veil henceforth no creature wear!       1081
+Nor sun nor wind will ever strive to kiss you:
+Having no fair to lose, you need not fear;
+The sun doth scorn you, and the wind doth hiss you.
+  But when Adonis liv’d, sun and sharp air          1085
+  Lurk’d 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;          1088
+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 walk’d along              1093
+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.        1096
+  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;         1100
+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-snouted boar,      1105
+Whose downward eye still looketh for a grave,
+Ne’er saw the beauteous livery that he wore;
+Witness the entertainment that he gave.             1108
+  If he did see his face, why then I know
+  He thought to kiss him, and hath kill’d him so.
+
+“’Tis true, ’tis true; thus was Adonis slain:
+He ran upon the boar with his sharp spear,          1112
+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
+  Sheath’d unaware the tusk in his soft groin.      1116
+
+“Had I been tooth’d like him, I must confess,
+With kissing him I should have kill’d him first;
+But he is dead, and never did he bless
+My youth with his; the more am I accurst.”          1120
+  With this she falleth in the place she stood,
+  And stains her face with his congealed blood.
+
+She looks upon his lips, and they are pale;
+She takes him by the hand, and that is cold,        1124
+She whispers in his ears a heavy tale,
+As if they heard the woeful 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            1129
+A thousand times, and now no more reflect;
+Their virtue lost, wherein they late excell’d,
+And every beauty robb’d of his effect.              1132
+  “Wonder of time,” quoth she, “this is my spite,
+  That thou being dead, the day should yet be light.
+
+“Since thou art dead, lo here I prophesy,
+Sorrow on love hereafter shall attend:              1136
+It shall be waited on with jealousy,
+Find sweet beginning, but unsavoury 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,       1141
+Bud, and be blasted in a breathing while;
+The bottom poison, and the top o’erstraw’d
+With sweets that shall the truest sight beguile.    1144
+  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;        1148
+The staring ruffian shall it keep in quiet,
+Pluck down the rich, enrich the poor with treasures;
+  It shall be raging mad, and silly mild,
+  Make the young old, the old become a child.       1152
+
+“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;         1156
+  Perverse it shall be, where it shows most toward,
+  Put fear to valour, courage to the coward.
+
+“It shall be cause of war and dire events,
+And set dissension ’twixt the son and sire;         1160
+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.”  1164
+
+By this the boy that by her side lay kill’d
+Was melted like a vapour from her sight,
+And in his blood that on the ground lay spill’d,
+A purple flower sprung up, chequer’d with white,    1168
+  Resembling well his pale cheeks, and the blood
+  Which in round drops upon their whiteness stood.
+
+She bows her head, the new-sprung flower to smell,
+Comparing it to her Adonis’ breath;                 1172
+And says within her bosom it shall dwell,
+Since he himself is reft from her by death;
+  She crops the stalk, and in the breach appears
+  Green-dropping sap, which she compares to tears.
+
+“Poor flower,” quoth she, “this was thy father’s guise,
+Sweet issue of a more sweet-smelling sire,
+For every little grief to wet his eyes,
+To grow unto himself was his desire,                1180
+  And so ’tis thine; but know, it is as good
+  To wither in my breast as in his blood.
+
+“Here was thy father’s bed, here in my breast;
+Thou art the next of blood, and ’tis thy right:     1184
+Lo in this hollow cradle take thy rest,
+My throbbing heart shall rock thee day and night:
+  There shall not be one minute in an hour
+  Wherein I will not kiss my sweet love’s flower.”
+
+Thus weary of the world, away she hies,             1189
+And yokes her silver doves; by whose swift aid
+Their mistress mounted through the empty skies,
+In her light chariot quickly is convey’d;           1192
+  Holding their course to Paphos, where their queen
+  Means to immure herself and not be seen.
+
+
+  FINIS
+
+
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+<div style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Title: Venus and Adonis</div>
+<div style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Author: William Shakespeare</div>
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+<h1>VENUS AND ADONIS</h1>
+
+<h2 class="no-break">by William Shakespeare</h2>
+
+<hr />
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p class="left">
+<i>Vilia miretur vulgus; mihi flavus Apollo<br />
+Pocula Castalia plena ministret aqua.</i>
+</p>
+
+<h4>
+TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE<br />
+HENRY WRIOTHESLEY, EARL OF SOUTHAMPTON,<br />
+and Baron of Titchfield.
+</h4>
+
+<p>
+Right Honourable, I know not how I shall offend in dedicating my unpolished
+lines to your lordship, nor how the world will censure me for choosing so
+strong a prop to support so weak a burthen: only, if your honour seem but
+pleased, I account myself highly praised, and vow to take advantage of all
+idle hours, till I have honoured you with some graver labour. But if the
+first heir of my invention prove deformed, I shall be sorry it had so noble
+a godfather, and never after ear so barren a land, for fear it yield me
+still so bad a harvest. I leave it to your honourable survey, and your
+honour to your heart’s content; which I wish may always answer your own
+wish and the world’s hopeful expectation.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">
+Your honour’s in all duty,<br />
+WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.
+</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2>VENUS AND ADONIS</h2>
+
+<p class="noindent"><br/>
+Even as the sun with purple-colour’d face<br/>
+Had ta’en his last leave of the weeping morn,<br/>
+Rose-cheek’d Adonis hied him to the chase;<br/>
+Hunting he lov’d, but love he laugh’d to scorn;     4<br/>
+    Sick-thoughted Venus makes amain unto him,<br/>
+    And like a bold-fac’d suitor ’gins to woo him.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Thrice fairer than myself,” thus she began,<br/>
+“The field’s chief flower, sweet above compare,     8<br/>
+Stain to all nymphs, more lovely than a man,<br/>
+More white and red than doves or roses are:<br/>
+    Nature that made thee, with herself at strife,<br/>
+    Saith that the world hath ending with thy life.     12<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Vouchsafe, thou wonder, to alight thy steed,<br/>
+And rein his proud head to the saddle-bow;<br/>
+If thou wilt deign this favour, for thy meed<br/>
+A thousand honey secrets shalt thou know:     16<br/>
+    Here come and sit, where never serpent hisses,<br/>
+    And being set, I’ll smother thee with kisses.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“And yet not cloy thy lips with loath’d satiety,<br/>
+But rather famish them amid their plenty,     20<br/>
+Making them red, and pale, with fresh variety:<br/>
+Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty:<br/>
+    A summer’s day will seem an hour but short,<br/>
+    Being wasted in such time-beguiling sport.”     24<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+With this she seizeth on his sweating palm,<br/>
+The precedent of pith and livelihood,<br/>
+And trembling in her passion, calls it balm,<br/>
+Earth’s sovereign salve to do a goddess good:     28<br/>
+    Being so enrag’d, desire doth lend her force<br/>
+    Courageously to pluck him from his horse.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Over one arm the lusty courser’s rein,<br/>
+Under her other was the tender boy,     32<br/>
+Who blush’d and pouted in a dull disdain,<br/>
+With leaden appetite, unapt to toy;<br/>
+    She red and hot as coals of glowing fire,<br/>
+    He red for shame, but frosty in desire.     36<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+The studded bridle on a ragged bough<br/>
+Nimbly she fastens;&mdash;O! how quick is love!&mdash;<br/>
+The steed is stalled up, and even now<br/>
+To tie the rider she begins to prove:     40<br/>
+    Backward she push’d him, as she would be thrust,<br/>
+    And govern’d him in strength, though not in lust.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+So soon was she along, as he was down,<br/>
+Each leaning on their elbows and their hips:     44<br/>
+Now doth she stroke his cheek, now doth he frown,<br/>
+And ’gins to chide, but soon she stops his lips,<br/>
+    And kissing speaks, with lustful language broken,<br/>
+    “If thou wilt chide, thy lips shall never open.”     48<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+He burns with bashful shame, she with her tears<br/>
+Doth quench the maiden burning of his cheeks;<br/>
+Then with her windy sighs and golden hairs<br/>
+To fan and blow them dry again she seeks.     52<br/>
+    He saith she is immodest, blames her miss;<br/>
+    What follows more, she murders with a kiss.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Even as an empty eagle, sharp by fast,<br/>
+Tires with her beak on feathers, flesh and bone,     56<br/>
+Shaking her wings, devouring all in haste,<br/>
+Till either gorge be stuff’d or prey be gone:<br/>
+    Even so she kiss’d his brow, his cheek, his chin,<br/>
+    And where she ends she doth anew begin.     60<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Forc’d to content, but never to obey,<br/>
+Panting he lies, and breatheth in her face.<br/>
+She feedeth on the steam, as on a prey,<br/>
+And calls it heavenly moisture, air of grace,     64<br/>
+    Wishing her cheeks were gardens full of flowers<br/>
+    So they were dew’d with such distilling showers.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Look how a bird lies tangled in a net,<br/>
+So fasten’d in her arms Adonis lies;     68<br/>
+Pure shame and aw’d resistance made him fret,<br/>
+Which bred more beauty in his angry eyes:<br/>
+    Rain added to a river that is rank<br/>
+    Perforce will force it overflow the bank.     72<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Still she entreats, and prettily entreats,<br/>
+For to a pretty ear she tunes her tale.<br/>
+Still is he sullen, still he lours and frets,<br/>
+’Twixt crimson shame and anger ashy pale;     76<br/>
+    Being red she loves him best, and being white,<br/>
+    Her best is better’d with a more delight.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Look how he can, she cannot choose but love;<br/>
+And by her fair immortal hand she swears,     80<br/>
+From his soft bosom never to remove,<br/>
+Till he take truce with her contending tears,<br/>
+    Which long have rain’d, making her cheeks all wet;<br/>
+    And one sweet kiss shall pay this countless debt.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Upon this promise did he raise his chin,     85<br/>
+Like a dive-dapper peering through a wave,<br/>
+Who, being look’d on, ducks as quickly in;<br/>
+So offers he to give what she did crave,     88<br/>
+    But when her lips were ready for his pay,<br/>
+    He winks, and turns his lips another way.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Never did passenger in summer’s heat<br/>
+More thirst for drink than she for this good turn.     92<br/>
+Her help she sees, but help she cannot get;<br/>
+She bathes in water, yet her fire must burn:<br/>
+    “O! pity,” ’gan she cry, “flint-hearted boy,<br/>
+    ’Tis but a kiss I beg; why art thou coy?     96<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“I have been woo’d as I entreat thee now,<br/>
+Even by the stern and direful god of war,<br/>
+Whose sinewy neck in battle ne’er did bow,<br/>
+Who conquers where he comes in every jar;     100<br/>
+    Yet hath he been my captive and my slave,<br/>
+    And begg’d for that which thou unask’d shalt have.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Over my altars hath he hung his lance,<br/>
+His batter’d shield, his uncontrolled crest,     104<br/>
+And for my sake hath learn’d to sport and dance,<br/>
+To toy, to wanton, dally, smile, and jest;<br/>
+    Scorning his churlish drum and ensign red<br/>
+    Making my arms his field, his tent my bed.     108<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Thus he that overrul’d I oversway’d,<br/>
+Leading him prisoner in a red rose chain:<br/>
+Strong-temper’d steel his stronger strength obey’d,<br/>
+Yet was he servile to my coy disdain.     112<br/>
+    Oh be not proud, nor brag not of thy might,<br/>
+    For mast’ring her that foil’d the god of fight.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Touch but my lips with those fair lips of thine,<br/>
+Though mine be not so fair, yet are they red,     116<br/>
+The kiss shall be thine own as well as mine:<br/>
+What see’st thou in the ground? hold up thy head,<br/>
+    Look in mine eyeballs, there thy beauty lies;<br/>
+    Then why not lips on lips, since eyes in eyes?     120<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Art thou asham’d to kiss? then wink again,<br/>
+And I will wink; so shall the day seem night.<br/>
+Love keeps his revels where there are but twain;<br/>
+Be bold to play, our sport is not in sight,     124<br/>
+    These blue-vein’d violets whereon we lean<br/>
+    Never can blab, nor know not what we mean.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“The tender spring upon thy tempting lip     127<br/>
+Shows thee unripe; yet mayst thou well be tasted,<br/>
+Make use of time, let not advantage slip;<br/>
+Beauty within itself should not be wasted,<br/>
+    Fair flowers that are not gather’d in their prime<br/>
+    Rot, and consume themselves in little time.     132<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Were I hard-favour’d, foul, or wrinkled old,<br/>
+Ill-nurtur’d, crooked, churlish, harsh in voice,<br/>
+O’erworn, despised, rheumatic, and cold,<br/>
+Thick-sighted, barren, lean, and lacking juice,     136<br/>
+    Then mightst thou pause, for then I were not for thee;<br/>
+    But having no defects, why dost abhor me?<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Thou canst not see one wrinkle in my brow,     139<br/>
+Mine eyes are grey and bright, and quick in turning;<br/>
+My beauty as the spring doth yearly grow,<br/>
+My flesh is soft and plump, my marrow burning,<br/>
+    My smooth moist hand, were it with thy hand felt,<br/>
+    Would in thy palm dissolve, or seem to melt.     144<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear,<br/>
+Or like a fairy, trip upon the green,<br/>
+Or like a nymph, with long dishevell’d hair,<br/>
+Dance on the sands, and yet no footing seen.     148<br/>
+    Love is a spirit all compact of fire,<br/>
+    Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Witness this primrose bank whereon I lie:     151<br/>
+These forceless flowers like sturdy trees support me;<br/>
+Two strengthless doves will draw me through the sky,<br/>
+From morn till night, even where I list to sport me.<br/>
+    Is love so light, sweet boy, and may it be<br/>
+    That thou shouldst think it heavy unto thee?     156<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Is thine own heart to thine own face affected?<br/>
+Can thy right hand seize love upon thy left?<br/>
+Then woo thyself, be of thyself rejected,<br/>
+Steal thine own freedom, and complain on theft.     160<br/>
+    Narcissus so himself himself forsook,<br/>
+    And died to kiss his shadow in the brook.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Torches are made to light, jewels to wear,<br/>
+Dainties to taste, fresh beauty for the use,     164<br/>
+Herbs for their smell, and sappy plants to bear;<br/>
+Things growing to themselves are growth’s abuse,<br/>
+    Seeds spring from seeds, and beauty breedeth beauty;<br/>
+    Thou wast begot; to get it is thy duty.     168<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Upon the earth’s increase why shouldst thou feed,<br/>
+Unless the earth with thy increase be fed?<br/>
+By law of nature thou art bound to breed,<br/>
+That thine may live when thou thyself art dead;     172<br/>
+    And so in spite of death thou dost survive,<br/>
+    In that thy likeness still is left alive.”<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+By this the love-sick queen began to sweat,<br/>
+For where they lay the shadow had forsook them,     176<br/>
+And Titan, tired in the midday heat,<br/>
+With burning eye did hotly overlook them,<br/>
+    Wishing Adonis had his team to guide,<br/>
+    So he were like him and by Venus’ side.     180<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+And now Adonis with a lazy spright,<br/>
+And with a heavy, dark, disliking eye,<br/>
+His louring brows o’erwhelming his fair sight,<br/>
+Like misty vapours when they blot the sky,     184<br/>
+    Souring his cheeks, cries, “Fie, no more of love:<br/>
+    The sun doth burn my face; I must remove.”<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Ay me,” quoth Venus, “young, and so unkind!<br/>
+What bare excuses mak’st thou to be gone!     188<br/>
+I’ll sigh celestial breath, whose gentle wind<br/>
+Shall cool the heat of this descending sun:<br/>
+    I’ll make a shadow for thee of my hairs;<br/>
+    If they burn too, I’ll quench them with my tears.     192<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“The sun that shines from heaven shines but warm,<br/>
+And lo I lie between that sun and thee:<br/>
+The heat I have from thence doth little harm,<br/>
+Thine eye darts forth the fire that burneth me;     196<br/>
+    And were I not immortal, life were done,<br/>
+    Between this heavenly and earthly sun.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Art thou obdurate, flinty, hard as steel?<br/>
+Nay more than flint, for stone at rain relenteth:     200<br/>
+Art thou a woman’s son and canst not feel<br/>
+What ’tis to love, how want of love tormenteth?<br/>
+    O had thy mother borne so hard a mind,<br/>
+    She had not brought forth thee, but died unkind.     204<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“What am I that thou shouldst contemn me this?<br/>
+Or what great danger dwells upon my suit?<br/>
+What were thy lips the worse for one poor kiss?<br/>
+Speak, fair; but speak fair words, or else be mute:     208<br/>
+    Give me one kiss, I’ll give it thee again,<br/>
+    And one for int’rest, if thou wilt have twain.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Fie, lifeless picture, cold and senseless stone,<br/>
+Well-painted idol, image dull and dead,     212<br/>
+Statue contenting but the eye alone,<br/>
+Thing like a man, but of no woman bred:<br/>
+    Thou art no man, though of a man’s complexion,<br/>
+    For men will kiss even by their own direction.”     216<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+This said, impatience chokes her pleading tongue,<br/>
+And swelling passion doth provoke a pause;<br/>
+Red cheeks and fiery eyes blaze forth her wrong;<br/>
+Being judge in love, she cannot right her cause.     220<br/>
+    And now she weeps, and now she fain would speak,<br/>
+    And now her sobs do her intendments break.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Sometimes she shakes her head, and then his hand,<br/>
+Now gazeth she on him, now on the ground;     224<br/>
+Sometimes her arms infold him like a band:<br/>
+She would, he will not in her arms be bound;<br/>
+    And when from thence he struggles to be gone,<br/>
+    She locks her lily fingers one in one.     228<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Fondling,” she saith, “since I have hemm’d thee here<br/>
+Within the circuit of this ivory pale,<br/>
+I’ll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer;<br/>
+Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale:     232<br/>
+    Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry,<br/>
+    Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Within this limit is relief enough,<br/>
+Sweet bottom grass and high delightful plain,     236<br/>
+Round rising hillocks, brakes obscure and rough,<br/>
+To shelter thee from tempest and from rain:<br/>
+    Then be my deer, since I am such a park,     239<br/>
+    No dog shall rouse thee, though a thousand bark.”<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+At this Adonis smiles as in disdain,<br/>
+That in each cheek appears a pretty dimple;<br/>
+Love made those hollows, if himself were slain,<br/>
+He might be buried in a tomb so simple;     244<br/>
+    Foreknowing well, if there he came to lie,<br/>
+    Why there love liv’d, and there he could not die.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+These lovely caves, these round enchanting pits,<br/>
+Open’d their mouths to swallow Venus’ liking.     248<br/>
+Being mad before, how doth she now for wits?<br/>
+Struck dead at first, what needs a second striking?<br/>
+    Poor queen of love, in thine own law forlorn,<br/>
+    To love a cheek that smiles at thee in scorn!     252<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Now which way shall she turn? what shall she say?<br/>
+Her words are done, her woes the more increasing;<br/>
+The time is spent, her object will away,<br/>
+And from her twining arms doth urge releasing:     256<br/>
+    “Pity,” she cries; “some favour, some remorse!”<br/>
+    Away he springs, and hasteth to his horse.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+But lo from forth a copse that neighbours by,<br/>
+A breeding jennet, lusty, young, and proud,     260<br/>
+Adonis’ tramping courser doth espy,<br/>
+And forth she rushes, snorts and neighs aloud:<br/>
+    The strong-neck’d steed, being tied unto a tree,<br/>
+    Breaketh his rein, and to her straight goes he.     264<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Imperiously he leaps, he neighs, he bounds,<br/>
+And now his woven girths he breaks asunder;<br/>
+The bearing earth with his hard hoof he wounds,<br/>
+Whose hollow womb resounds like heaven’s thunder;<br/>
+    The iron bit he crusheth ’tween his teeth,     269<br/>
+    Controlling what he was controlled with.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+His ears up-prick’d; his braided hanging mane<br/>
+Upon his compass’d crest now stand on end;     272<br/>
+His nostrils drink the air, and forth again,<br/>
+As from a furnace, vapours doth he send:<br/>
+    His eye, which scornfully glisters like fire,<br/>
+    Shows his hot courage and his high desire.     276<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Sometime he trots, as if he told the steps,<br/>
+With gentle majesty and modest pride;<br/>
+Anon he rears upright, curvets and leaps,<br/>
+As who should say, “Lo thus my strength is tried;<br/>
+    And this I do to captivate the eye     281<br/>
+    Of the fair breeder that is standing by.”<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+What recketh he his rider’s angry stir,<br/>
+His flattering “Holla”, or his “Stand, I say”?     284<br/>
+What cares he now for curb or pricking spur?<br/>
+For rich caparisons or trappings gay?<br/>
+    He sees his love, and nothing else he sees,<br/>
+    For nothing else with his proud sight agrees.     288<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Look when a painter would surpass the life,<br/>
+In limning out a well-proportion’d steed,<br/>
+His art with nature’s workmanship at strife,<br/>
+As if the dead the living should exceed:     292<br/>
+    So did this horse excel a common one,<br/>
+    In shape, in courage, colour, pace and bone.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Round-hoof’d, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long,<br/>
+Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide,<br/>
+High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong,<br/>
+Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide:<br/>
+    Look, what a horse should have he did not lack,<br/>
+    Save a proud rider on so proud a back.     300<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Sometimes he scuds far off, and there he stares;<br/>
+Anon he starts at stirring of a feather:<br/>
+To bid the wind a base he now prepares,<br/>
+And where he run or fly they know not whether;     304<br/>
+    For through his mane and tail the high wind sings,<br/>
+    Fanning the hairs, who wave like feather’d wings.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+He looks upon his love, and neighs unto her;<br/>
+She answers him as if she knew his mind,     308<br/>
+Being proud, as females are, to see him woo her,<br/>
+She puts on outward strangeness, seems unkind,<br/>
+    Spurns at his love and scorns the heat he feels,<br/>
+    Beating his kind embracements with her heels.     312<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Then like a melancholy malcontent,<br/>
+He vails his tail that like a falling plume,<br/>
+Cool shadow to his melting buttock lent:<br/>
+He stamps, and bites the poor flies in his fume.     316<br/>
+    His love, perceiving how he was enrag’d,<br/>
+    Grew kinder, and his fury was assuag’d.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+His testy master goeth about to take him,<br/>
+When lo the unback’d breeder, full of fear,     320<br/>
+Jealous of catching, swiftly doth forsake him,<br/>
+With her the horse, and left Adonis there:<br/>
+    As they were mad, unto the wood they hie them,<br/>
+    Outstripping crows that strive to overfly them.     324<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+All swoln with chafing, down Adonis sits,<br/>
+Banning his boisterous and unruly beast;<br/>
+And now the happy season once more fits<br/>
+That love-sick love by pleading may be blest;     328<br/>
+    For lovers say, the heart hath treble wrong,<br/>
+    When it is barr’d the aidance of the tongue.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+An oven that is stopp’d, or river stay’d,<br/>
+Burneth more hotly, swelleth with more rage:     332<br/>
+So of concealed sorrow may be said,<br/>
+Free vent of words love’s fire doth assuage;<br/>
+    But when the heart’s attorney once is mute,<br/>
+    The client breaks, as desperate in his suit.     336<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+He sees her coming, and begins to glow,<br/>
+Even as a dying coal revives with wind,<br/>
+And with his bonnet hides his angry brow,<br/>
+Looks on the dull earth with disturbed mind,     340<br/>
+    Taking no notice that she is so nigh,<br/>
+    For all askance he holds her in his eye.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+O what a sight it was, wistly to view<br/>
+How she came stealing to the wayward boy,     344<br/>
+To note the fighting conflict of her hue,<br/>
+How white and red each other did destroy:<br/>
+    But now her cheek was pale, and by and by<br/>
+    It flash’d forth fire, as lightning from the sky.     348<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Now was she just before him as he sat,<br/>
+And like a lowly lover down she kneels;<br/>
+With one fair hand she heaveth up his hat,<br/>
+Her other tender hand his fair cheek feels:     352<br/>
+    His tend’rer cheek receives her soft hand’s print,<br/>
+    As apt as new-fall’n snow takes any dint.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Oh what a war of looks was then between them,<br/>
+Her eyes petitioners to his eyes suing,     356<br/>
+His eyes saw her eyes, as they had not seen them,<br/>
+Her eyes woo’d still, his eyes disdain’d the wooing:<br/>
+    And all this dumb play had his acts made plain<br/>
+    With tears, which, chorus-like, her eyes did rain.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Full gently now she takes him by the hand,     361<br/>
+A lily prison’d in a gaol of snow,<br/>
+Or ivory in an alabaster band,<br/>
+So white a friend engirts so white a foe:     364<br/>
+    This beauteous combat, wilful and unwilling,<br/>
+    Show’d like two silver doves that sit a-billing.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Once more the engine of her thoughts began:<br/>
+“O fairest mover on this mortal round,     368<br/>
+Would thou wert as I am, and I a man,<br/>
+My heart all whole as thine, thy heart my wound,<br/>
+    For one sweet look thy help I would assure thee,<br/>
+    Though nothing but my body’s bane would cure thee.”<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Give me my hand,” saith he, “why dost thou feel it?”<br/>
+“Give me my heart,” saith she, “and thou shalt have it.<br/>
+O give it me lest thy hard heart do steel it,<br/>
+And being steel’d, soft sighs can never grave it.     376<br/>
+    Then love’s deep groans I never shall regard,<br/>
+    Because Adonis’ heart hath made mine hard.”<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“For shame,” he cries, “let go, and let me go,<br/>
+My day’s delight is past, my horse is gone,     380<br/>
+And ’tis your fault I am bereft him so,<br/>
+I pray you hence, and leave me here alone,<br/>
+    For all my mind, my thought, my busy care,<br/>
+    Is how to get my palfrey from the mare.”     384<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Thus she replies: “Thy palfrey as he should,<br/>
+Welcomes the warm approach of sweet desire,<br/>
+Affection is a coal that must be cool’d;<br/>
+Else, suffer’d, it will set the heart on fire,     388<br/>
+    The sea hath bounds, but deep desire hath none;<br/>
+    Therefore no marvel though thy horse be gone.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“How like a jade he stood tied to the tree,<br/>
+Servilely master’d with a leathern rein!     392<br/>
+But when he saw his love, his youth’s fair fee,<br/>
+He held such petty bondage in disdain;<br/>
+    Throwing the base thong from his bending crest,<br/>
+    Enfranchising his mouth, his back, his breast.     396<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Who sees his true-love in her naked bed,<br/>
+Teaching the sheets a whiter hue than white,<br/>
+But when his glutton eye so full hath fed,<br/>
+His other agents aim at like delight?     400<br/>
+    Who is so faint that dare not be so bold<br/>
+    To touch the fire, the weather being cold?<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Let me excuse thy courser, gentle boy,<br/>
+And learn of him, I heartily beseech thee,     404<br/>
+To take advantage on presented joy,<br/>
+Though I were dumb, yet his proceedings teach thee.<br/>
+    O learn to love, the lesson is but plain,<br/>
+    And once made perfect, never lost again.”     408<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“I know not love,” quoth he, “nor will not know it,<br/>
+Unless it be a boar, and then I chase it;<br/>
+’Tis much to borrow, and I will not owe it;<br/>
+My love to love is love but to disgrace it;     412<br/>
+    For I have heard, it is a life in death,<br/>
+    That laughs and weeps, and all but with a breath.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Who wears a garment shapeless and unfinish’d?<br/>
+Who plucks the bud before one leaf put forth?     416<br/>
+If springing things be any jot diminish’d,<br/>
+They wither in their prime, prove nothing worth;<br/>
+    The colt that’s back’d and burden’d being young,<br/>
+    Loseth his pride, and never waxeth strong.     420<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“You hurt my hand with wringing. Let us part,<br/>
+And leave this idle theme, this bootless chat:<br/>
+Remove your siege from my unyielding heart,<br/>
+To love’s alarms it will not ope the gate:     424<br/>
+    Dismiss your vows, your feigned tears, your flatt’ry;<br/>
+    For where a heart is hard they make no batt’ry.”<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“What! canst thou talk?” quoth she, “hast thou a tongue?<br/>
+O would thou hadst not, or I had no hearing;     428<br/>
+Thy mermaid’s voice hath done me double wrong;<br/>
+I had my load before, now press’d with bearing:<br/>
+    Melodious discord, heavenly tune, harsh-sounding,<br/>
+    Ear’s deep sweet music, and heart’s deep sore wounding.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Had I no eyes but ears, my ears would love     433<br/>
+That inward beauty and invisible;<br/>
+Or were I deaf, thy outward parts would move<br/>
+Each part in me that were but sensible:     436<br/>
+    Though neither eyes nor ears, to hear nor see,<br/>
+    Yet should I be in love by touching thee.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Say that the sense of feeling were bereft me,<br/>
+And that I could not see, nor hear, nor touch,     440<br/>
+And nothing but the very smell were left me,<br/>
+Yet would my love to thee be still as much;<br/>
+    For from the stillitory of thy face excelling<br/>
+    Comes breath perfum’d, that breedeth love by smelling.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“But oh what banquet wert thou to the taste,     445<br/>
+Being nurse and feeder of the other four;<br/>
+Would they not wish the feast might ever last,<br/>
+And bid suspicion double-lock the door,<br/>
+    Lest jealousy, that sour unwelcome guest,<br/>
+    Should by his stealing in disturb the feast?”     448<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Once more the ruby-colour’d portal open’d,<br/>
+Which to his speech did honey passage yield,     452<br/>
+Like a red morn that ever yet betoken’d<br/>
+Wrack to the seaman, tempest to the field,<br/>
+    Sorrow to shepherds, woe unto the birds,<br/>
+    Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds.     456<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+This ill presage advisedly she marketh:<br/>
+Even as the wind is hush’d before it raineth,<br/>
+Or as the wolf doth grin before he barketh,<br/>
+Or as the berry breaks before it staineth,     460<br/>
+    Or like the deadly bullet of a gun,<br/>
+    His meaning struck her ere his words begun.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+And at his look she flatly falleth down<br/>
+For looks kill love, and love by looks reviveth;     464<br/>
+A smile recures the wounding of a frown;<br/>
+But blessed bankrout, that by love so thriveth!<br/>
+    The silly boy, believing she is dead,<br/>
+    Claps her pale cheek, till clapping makes it red.     468<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+And all amaz’d brake off his late intent,<br/>
+For sharply he did think to reprehend her,<br/>
+Which cunning love did wittily prevent:<br/>
+Fair fall the wit that can so well defend her!     472<br/>
+    For on the grass she lies as she were slain,<br/>
+    Till his breath breatheth life in her again.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+He wrings her nose, he strikes her on the cheeks,<br/>
+He bends her fingers, holds her pulses hard,     476<br/>
+He chafes her lips; a thousand ways he seeks<br/>
+To mend the hurt that his unkindness marr’d:<br/>
+    He kisses her; and she, by her good will,<br/>
+    Will never rise, so he will kiss her still.     480<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+The night of sorrow now is turn’d to day:<br/>
+Her two blue windows faintly she up-heaveth,<br/>
+Like the fair sun when in his fresh array<br/>
+He cheers the morn, and all the world relieveth:     484<br/>
+    And as the bright sun glorifies the sky,<br/>
+    So is her face illumin’d with her eye.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Whose beams upon his hairless face are fix’d,<br/>
+As if from thence they borrow’d all their shine.     488<br/>
+Were never four such lamps together mix’d,<br/>
+Had not his clouded with his brow’s repine;<br/>
+    But hers, which through the crystal tears gave light<br/>
+    Shone like the moon in water seen by night.     492<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“O where am I?” quoth she, “in earth or heaven?<br/>
+Or in the ocean drench’d, or in the fire?<br/>
+What hour is this? or morn or weary even?<br/>
+Do I delight to die, or life desire?     496<br/>
+    But now I liv’d, and life was death’s annoy;<br/>
+    But now I died, and death was lively joy.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“O thou didst kill me; kill me once again:<br/>
+Thy eyes’ shrewd tutor, that hard heart of thine,     500<br/>
+Hath taught them scornful tricks, and such disdain,<br/>
+That they have murder’d this poor heart of mine;<br/>
+    And these mine eyes, true leaders to their queen,<br/>
+    But for thy piteous lips no more had seen.     504<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Long may they kiss each other for this cure!<br/>
+Oh never let their crimson liveries wear,<br/>
+And as they last, their verdure still endure,<br/>
+To drive infection from the dangerous year:     508<br/>
+    That the star-gazers, having writ on death,<br/>
+    May say, the plague is banish’d by thy breath.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Pure lips, sweet seals in my soft lips imprinted,<br/>
+What bargains may I make, still to be sealing?     512<br/>
+To sell myself I can be well contented,<br/>
+So thou wilt buy, and pay, and use good dealing;<br/>
+    Which purchase if thou make, for fear of slips,<br/>
+    Set thy seal manual on my wax-red lips.     516<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“A thousand kisses buys my heart from me;<br/>
+And pay them at thy leisure, one by one,<br/>
+What is ten hundred touches unto thee?<br/>
+Are they not quickly told and quickly gone?     520<br/>
+    Say, for non-payment that the debt should double,<br/>
+    Is twenty hundred kisses such a trouble?”<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Fair queen,” quoth he, “if any love you owe me,<br/>
+Measure my strangeness with my unripe years:     524<br/>
+Before I know myself, seek not to know me;<br/>
+No fisher but the ungrown fry forbears:<br/>
+    The mellow plum doth fall, the green sticks fast,<br/>
+    Or being early pluck’d, is sour to taste.     528<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Look the world’s comforter, with weary gait<br/>
+His day’s hot task hath ended in the west;<br/>
+The owl, night’s herald, shrieks, ’tis very late;<br/>
+The sheep are gone to fold, birds to their nest,     532<br/>
+    And coal-black clouds that shadow heaven’s light<br/>
+    Do summon us to part, and bid good night.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Now let me say good night, and so say you;<br/>
+If you will say so, you shall have a kiss.”     536<br/>
+“Good night,” quoth she; and ere he says adieu,<br/>
+The honey fee of parting tender’d is:<br/>
+    Her arms do lend his neck a sweet embrace;<br/>
+    Incorporate then they seem, face grows to face.     540<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Till breathless he disjoin’d, and backward drew<br/>
+The heavenly moisture, that sweet coral mouth,<br/>
+Whose precious taste her thirsty lips well knew,<br/>
+Whereon they surfeit, yet complain on drouth,     544<br/>
+    He with her plenty press’d, she faint with dearth,<br/>
+    Their lips together glued, fall to the earth.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Now quick desire hath caught the yielding prey,<br/>
+And glutton-like she feeds, yet never filleth;     548<br/>
+Her lips are conquerors, his lips obey,<br/>
+Paying what ransom the insulter willeth;<br/>
+    Whose vulture thought doth pitch the price so high,<br/>
+    That she will draw his lips’ rich treasure dry.     552<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+And having felt the sweetness of the spoil,<br/>
+With blindfold fury she begins to forage;<br/>
+Her face doth reek and smoke, her blood doth boil,<br/>
+And careless lust stirs up a desperate courage,     556<br/>
+    Planting oblivion, beating reason back,<br/>
+    Forgetting shame’s pure blush and honour’s wrack.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Hot, faint, and weary, with her hard embracing,<br/>
+Like a wild bird being tam’d with too much handling,<br/>
+Or as the fleet-foot roe that’s tir’d with chasing,     561<br/>
+Or like the froward infant still’d with dandling:<br/>
+    He now obeys, and now no more resisteth,<br/>
+    While she takes all she can, not all she listeth.     564<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+What wax so frozen but dissolves with temp’ring,<br/>
+And yields at last to every light impression?<br/>
+Things out of hope are compass’d oft with vent’ring,<br/>
+Chiefly in love, whose leave exceeds commission:     568<br/>
+    Affection faints not like a pale-fac’d coward,<br/>
+    But then woos best when most his choice is froward.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+When he did frown, O had she then gave over,<br/>
+Such nectar from his lips she had not suck’d.     572<br/>
+Foul words and frowns must not repel a lover;<br/>
+What though the rose have prickles, yet ’tis pluck’d.<br/>
+    Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast,<br/>
+    Yet love breaks through, and picks them all at last.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+For pity now she can no more detain him;     577<br/>
+The poor fool prays her that he may depart:<br/>
+She is resolv’d no longer to restrain him,<br/>
+Bids him farewell, and look well to her heart,     580<br/>
+    The which by Cupid’s bow she doth protest,<br/>
+    He carries thence encaged in his breast.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Sweet boy,” she says, “this night I’ll waste in sorrow,<br/>
+For my sick heart commands mine eyes to watch.     584<br/>
+Tell me, love’s master, shall we meet tomorrow<br/>
+Say, shall we? shall we? wilt thou make the match?”<br/>
+    He tells her no, tomorrow he intends<br/>
+    To hunt the boar with certain of his friends.     588<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“The boar!” quoth she; whereat a sudden pale,<br/>
+Like lawn being spread upon the blushing rose,<br/>
+Usurps her cheek, she trembles at his tale,<br/>
+And on his neck her yoking arms she throws.     592<br/>
+    She sinketh down, still hanging by his neck,<br/>
+    He on her belly falls, she on her back.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Now is she in the very lists of love,<br/>
+Her champion mounted for the hot encounter:     596<br/>
+All is imaginary she doth prove,<br/>
+He will not manage her, although he mount her;<br/>
+    That worse than Tantalus’ is her annoy,<br/>
+    To clip Elysium and to lack her joy.     600<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Even as poor birds, deceiv’d with painted grapes,<br/>
+Do surfeit by the eye and pine the maw:<br/>
+Even so she languisheth in her mishaps,<br/>
+As those poor birds that helpless berries saw.     604<br/>
+    The warm effects which she in him finds missing,<br/>
+    She seeks to kindle with continual kissing.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+But all in vain, good queen, it will not be,<br/>
+She hath assay’d as much as may be prov’d;     608<br/>
+Her pleading hath deserv’d a greater fee;<br/>
+She’s love, she loves, and yet she is not lov’d.<br/>
+    “Fie, fie,” he says, “you crush me; let me go;<br/>
+    You have no reason to withhold me so.”     612<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Thou hadst been gone,” quoth she, “sweet boy, ere this,<br/>
+But that thou told’st me thou wouldst hunt the boar.<br/>
+Oh be advis’d; thou know’st not what it is,<br/>
+With javelin’s point a churlish swine to gore,     616<br/>
+    Whose tushes never sheath’d he whetteth still,<br/>
+    Like to a mortal butcher, bent to kill.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“On his bow-back he hath a battle set<br/>
+Of bristly pikes, that ever threat his foes;     620<br/>
+His eyes like glow-worms shine when he doth fret;<br/>
+His snout digs sepulchres where’er he goes;<br/>
+    Being mov’d, he strikes whate’er is in his way,<br/>
+    And whom he strikes his crooked tushes slay.     624<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“His brawny sides, with hairy bristles armed,<br/>
+Are better proof than thy spear’s point can enter;<br/>
+His short thick neck cannot be easily harmed;<br/>
+Being ireful, on the lion he will venture:     628<br/>
+    The thorny brambles and embracing bushes,<br/>
+    As fearful of him, part, through whom he rushes.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Alas! he naught esteems that face of thine,<br/>
+To which love’s eyes pay tributary gazes;     632<br/>
+Nor thy soft hands, sweet lips, and crystal eyne,<br/>
+Whose full perfection all the world amazes;<br/>
+    But having thee at vantage, wondrous dread!<br/>
+    Would root these beauties as he roots the mead.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Oh let him keep his loathsome cabin still,     637<br/>
+Beauty hath naught to do with such foul fiends:<br/>
+Come not within his danger by thy will;<br/>
+They that thrive well, take counsel of their friends.<br/>
+    When thou didst name the boar, not to dissemble,<br/>
+    I fear’d thy fortune, and my joints did tremble.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Didst thou not mark my face, was it not white?<br/>
+Saw’st thou not signs of fear lurk in mine eye?     644<br/>
+Grew I not faint, and fell I not downright?<br/>
+Within my bosom, whereon thou dost lie,<br/>
+    My boding heart pants, beats, and takes no rest,<br/>
+    But like an earthquake, shakes thee on my breast.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“For where love reigns, disturbing jealousy     649<br/>
+Doth call himself affection’s sentinel;<br/>
+Gives false alarms, suggesteth mutiny,<br/>
+And in a peaceful hour doth cry “Kill, kill!”     652<br/>
+    Distemp’ring gentle love in his desire,<br/>
+    As air and water do abate the fire.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“This sour informer, this bate-breeding spy,<br/>
+This canker that eats up love’s tender spring,     656<br/>
+This carry-tale, dissentious jealousy,<br/>
+That sometime true news, sometime false doth bring,<br/>
+    Knocks at my heart, and whispers in mine ear,<br/>
+    That if I love thee, I thy death should fear.     660<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“And more than so, presenteth to mine eye<br/>
+The picture of an angry chafing boar,<br/>
+Under whose sharp fangs on his back doth lie<br/>
+An image like thyself, all stain’d with gore;     664<br/>
+    Whose blood upon the fresh flowers being shed,<br/>
+    Doth make them droop with grief and hang the head.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“What should I do, seeing thee so indeed,<br/>
+That tremble at th’imagination?     668<br/>
+The thought of it doth make my faint heart bleed,<br/>
+And fear doth teach it divination:<br/>
+    I prophesy thy death, my living sorrow,<br/>
+    If thou encounter with the boar tomorrow.     672<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“But if thou needs wilt hunt, be rul’d by me;<br/>
+Uncouple at the timorous flying hare,<br/>
+Or at the fox which lives by subtilty,<br/>
+Or at the roe which no encounter dare:     676<br/>
+    Pursue these fearful creatures o’er the downs,<br/>
+    And on thy well-breath’d horse keep with thy hounds.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“And when thou hast on foot the purblind hare,<br/>
+Mark the poor wretch, to overshoot his troubles     680<br/>
+How he outruns the wind, and with what care<br/>
+He cranks and crosses with a thousand doubles:<br/>
+    The many musits through the which he goes<br/>
+    Are like a labyrinth to amaze his foes.     684<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Sometime he runs among a flock of sheep,<br/>
+To make the cunning hounds mistake their smell,<br/>
+And sometime where earth-delving conies keep,<br/>
+To stop the loud pursuers in their yell,     688<br/>
+    And sometime sorteth with a herd of deer;<br/>
+    Danger deviseth shifts, wit waits on fear.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“For there his smell with others being mingled,     691<br/>
+The hot scent-snuffing hounds are driven to doubt,<br/>
+Ceasing their clamorous cry, till they have singled<br/>
+With much ado the cold fault cleanly out;<br/>
+    Then do they spend their mouths: echo replies,<br/>
+    As if another chase were in the skies.     696<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“By this, poor Wat, far off upon a hill,<br/>
+Stands on his hinder legs with list’ning ear,<br/>
+To hearken if his foes pursue him still.<br/>
+Anon their loud alarums he doth hear;     700<br/>
+    And now his grief may be compared well<br/>
+    To one sore sick that hears the passing bell.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Then shalt thou see the dew-bedabbled wretch<br/>
+Turn, and return, indenting with the way,     704<br/>
+Each envious briar his weary legs do scratch,<br/>
+Each shadow makes him stop, each murmur stay:<br/>
+    For misery is trodden on by many,<br/>
+    And being low never reliev’d by any.     708<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Lie quietly, and hear a little more;<br/>
+Nay, do not struggle, for thou shalt not rise:<br/>
+To make thee hate the hunting of the boar,<br/>
+Unlike myself thou hear’st me moralize,     712<br/>
+    Applying this to that, and so to so,<br/>
+    For love can comment upon every woe.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Where did I leave?” “No matter where,” quoth he<br/>
+“Leave me, and then the story aptly ends:     716<br/>
+The night is spent.” “Why, what of that?” quoth she.<br/>
+“I am,” quoth he, “expected of my friends;<br/>
+    And now ’tis dark, and going I shall fall.”<br/>
+    “In night,” quoth she, “desire sees best of all.”     720<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+But if thou fall, oh then imagine this,<br/>
+The earth, in love with thee, thy footing trips,<br/>
+And all is but to rob thee of a kiss.     723<br/>
+Rich preys make true men thieves; so do thy lips<br/>
+    Make modest Dian cloudy and forlorn,<br/>
+    Lest she should steal a kiss and die forsworn.”<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Now of this dark night I perceive the reason:<br/>
+Cynthia for shame obscures her silver shine     728<br/>
+Till forging nature be condemn’d of treason,<br/>
+For stealing moulds from heaven, that were divine;<br/>
+    Wherein she fram’d thee, in high heaven’s despite,<br/>
+    To shame the sun by day and her by night.     732<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“And therefore hath she brib’d the destinies,<br/>
+To cross the curious workmanship of nature,<br/>
+To mingle beauty with infirmities,<br/>
+And pure perfection with impure defeature,     736<br/>
+    Making it subject to the tyranny<br/>
+    Of mad mischances and much misery.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“As burning fevers, agues pale and faint,<br/>
+Life-poisoning pestilence and frenzies wood,     740<br/>
+The marrow-eating sickness, whose attaint<br/>
+Disorder breeds by heating of the blood;<br/>
+    Surfeits, imposthumes, grief, and damn’d despair,<br/>
+    Swear nature’s death, for framing thee so fair.     744<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“And not the least of all these maladies<br/>
+But in one minute’s fight brings beauty under:<br/>
+Both favour, savour, hue and qualities,<br/>
+Whereat th’impartial gazer late did wonder,     748<br/>
+    Are on the sudden wasted, thaw’d and done,<br/>
+    As mountain snow melts with the midday sun.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Therefore despite of fruitless chastity,<br/>
+Love-lacking vestals and self-loving nuns,     752<br/>
+That on the earth would breed a scarcity<br/>
+And barren dearth of daughters and of sons,<br/>
+    Be prodigal: the lamp that burns by night<br/>
+    Dries up his oil to lend the world his light.     756<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“What is thy body but a swallowing grave,<br/>
+Seeming to bury that posterity,<br/>
+Which by the rights of time thou needs must have,<br/>
+If thou destroy them not in dark obscurity?     760<br/>
+    If so, the world will hold thee in disdain,<br/>
+    Sith in thy pride so fair a hope is slain.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“So in thyself thyself art made away;<br/>
+A mischief worse than civil home-bred strife,     764<br/>
+Or theirs whose desperate hands themselves do slay,<br/>
+Or butcher sire that reeves his son of life.<br/>
+    Foul cank’ring rust the hidden treasure frets,<br/>
+    But gold that’s put to use more gold begets.”     768<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Nay then,” quoth Adon, “you will fall again<br/>
+Into your idle over-handled theme;<br/>
+The kiss I gave you is bestow’d in vain,<br/>
+And all in vain you strive against the stream;     772<br/>
+    For by this black-fac’d night, desire’s foul nurse,<br/>
+    Your treatise makes me like you worse and worse.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“If love have lent you twenty thousand tongues,<br/>
+And every tongue more moving than your own,     776<br/>
+Bewitching like the wanton mermaid’s songs,<br/>
+Yet from mine ear the tempting tune is blown;<br/>
+    For know, my heart stands armed in mine ear,<br/>
+    And will not let a false sound enter there.     780<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Lest the deceiving harmony should run<br/>
+Into the quiet closure of my breast,<br/>
+And then my little heart were quite undone,<br/>
+In his bedchamber to be barr’d of rest.     784<br/>
+    No, lady, no; my heart longs not to groan,<br/>
+    But soundly sleeps, while now it sleeps alone.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“What have you urg’d that I cannot reprove?<br/>
+The path is smooth that leadeth on to danger;     790<br/>
+I hate not love, but your device in love<br/>
+That lends embracements unto every stranger.<br/>
+    You do it for increase: O strange excuse!<br/>
+    When reason is the bawd to lust’s abuse.     792<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Call it not love, for love to heaven is fled,<br/>
+Since sweating lust on earth usurp’d his name;<br/>
+Under whose simple semblance he hath fed<br/>
+Upon fresh beauty, blotting it with blame;     796<br/>
+    Which the hot tyrant stains and soon bereaves,<br/>
+    As caterpillars do the tender leaves.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Love comforteth like sunshine after rain,<br/>
+But lust’s effect is tempest after sun;     800<br/>
+Love’s gentle spring doth always fresh remain,<br/>
+Lust’s winter comes ere summer half be done.<br/>
+    Love surfeits not, lust like a glutton dies;<br/>
+    Love is all truth, lust full of forged lies.     804<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“More I could tell, but more I dare not say;<br/>
+The text is old, the orator too green.<br/>
+Therefore, in sadness, now I will away;<br/>
+My face is full of shame, my heart of teen,     808<br/>
+    Mine ears, that to your wanton talk attended<br/>
+    Do burn themselves for having so offended.”<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+With this he breaketh from the sweet embrace     811<br/>
+Of those fair arms which bound him to her breast,<br/>
+And homeward through the dark laund runs apace;<br/>
+Leaves love upon her back deeply distress’d.<br/>
+    Look how a bright star shooteth from the sky,<br/>
+    So glides he in the night from Venus’ eye.     816<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Which after him she darts, as one on shore<br/>
+Gazing upon a late embarked friend,<br/>
+Till the wild waves will have him seen no more,<br/>
+Whose ridges with the meeting clouds contend:     820<br/>
+    So did the merciless and pitchy night<br/>
+    Fold in the object that did feed her sight.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Whereat amaz’d, as one that unaware<br/>
+Hath dropp’d a precious jewel in the flood,     824<br/>
+Or ’stonish’d as night-wanderers often are,<br/>
+Their light blown out in some mistrustful wood;<br/>
+    Even so confounded in the dark she lay,<br/>
+    Having lost the fair discovery of her way.     828<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+And now she beats her heart, whereat it groans,<br/>
+That all the neighbour caves, as seeming troubled,<br/>
+Make verbal repetition of her moans;<br/>
+Passion on passion deeply is redoubled:     832<br/>
+    “Ay me!” she cries, and twenty times, “Woe, woe!”<br/>
+    And twenty echoes twenty times cry so.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+She marking them, begins a wailing note,<br/>
+And sings extemporally a woeful ditty;     836<br/>
+How love makes young men thrall, and old men dote,<br/>
+How love is wise in folly foolish witty:<br/>
+    Her heavy anthem still concludes in woe,<br/>
+    And still the choir of echoes answer so.     840<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Her song was tedious, and outwore the night,<br/>
+For lovers’ hours are long, though seeming short,<br/>
+If pleas’d themselves, others they think, delight<br/>
+In such like circumstance, with such like sport:     844<br/>
+    Their copious stories oftentimes begun,<br/>
+    End without audience, and are never done.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+For who hath she to spend the night withal,<br/>
+But idle sounds resembling parasites;     848<br/>
+Like shrill-tongu’d tapsters answering every call,<br/>
+Soothing the humour of fantastic wits?<br/>
+    She says, “’Tis so:” they answer all, “’Tis so;”<br/>
+    And would say after her, if she said “No.”     852<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Lo here the gentle lark, weary of rest,<br/>
+From his moist cabinet mounts up on high,<br/>
+And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast<br/>
+The sun ariseth in his majesty;     856<br/>
+    Who doth the world so gloriously behold,<br/>
+    That cedar tops and hills seem burnish’d gold.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Venus salutes him with this fair good morrow:<br/>
+“Oh thou clear god, and patron of all light,     860<br/>
+From whom each lamp and shining star doth borrow<br/>
+The beauteous influence that makes him bright,<br/>
+    There lives a son that suck’d an earthly mother,<br/>
+    May lend thee light, as thou dost lend to other.”<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+This said, she hasteth to a myrtle grove,     865<br/>
+Musing the morning is so much o’erworn,<br/>
+And yet she hears no tidings of her love;<br/>
+She hearkens for his hounds and for his horn.     868<br/>
+    Anon she hears them chant it lustily,<br/>
+    And all in haste she coasteth to the cry.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+And as she runs, the bushes in the way<br/>
+Some catch her by the neck, some kiss her face,     872<br/>
+Some twine about her thigh to make her stay:<br/>
+She wildly breaketh from their strict embrace,<br/>
+    Like a milch doe, whose swelling dugs do ache,<br/>
+    Hasting to feed her fawn hid in some brake.     876<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+By this she hears the hounds are at a bay,<br/>
+Whereat she starts like one that spies an adder<br/>
+Wreath’d up in fatal folds just in his way,<br/>
+The fear whereof doth make him shake and shudder;     880<br/>
+    Even so the timorous yelping of the hounds<br/>
+    Appals her senses, and her spirit confounds.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+For now she knows it is no gentle chase,<br/>
+But the blunt boar, rough bear, or lion proud,     884<br/>
+Because the cry remaineth in one place,<br/>
+Where fearfully the dogs exclaim aloud,<br/>
+    Finding their enemy to be so curst,<br/>
+    They all strain court’sy who shall cope him first. 888<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+This dismal cry rings sadly in her ear,<br/>
+Through which it enters to surprise her heart;<br/>
+Who overcome by doubt and bloodless fear,<br/>
+With cold-pale weakness numbs each feeling part;     892<br/>
+    Like soldiers when their captain once doth yield,<br/>
+    They basely fly and dare not stay the field.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Thus stands she in a trembling ecstasy,<br/>
+Till cheering up her senses sore dismay’d,     896<br/>
+She tells them ’tis a causeless fantasy,<br/>
+And childish error, that they are afraid;<br/>
+    Bids them leave quaking, bids them fear no more:<br/>
+    And with that word, she spied the hunted boar.     900<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Whose frothy mouth bepainted all with red,<br/>
+Like milk and blood being mingled both together,<br/>
+A second fear through all her sinews spread,<br/>
+Which madly hurries her she knows not whither:     904<br/>
+    This way she runs, and now she will no further,<br/>
+    But back retires, to rate the boar for murther.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+A thousand spleens bear her a thousand ways,<br/>
+She treads the path that she untreads again;     908<br/>
+Her more than haste is mated with delays,<br/>
+Like the proceedings of a drunken brain,<br/>
+    Full of respects, yet naught at all respecting,<br/>
+    In hand with all things, naught at all effecting.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Here kennel’d in a brake she finds a hound,     913<br/>
+And asks the weary caitiff for his master,<br/>
+And there another licking of his wound,<br/>
+’Gainst venom’d sores the only sovereign plaster.     916<br/>
+    And here she meets another sadly scowling,<br/>
+    To whom she speaks, and he replies with howling.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+When he hath ceas’d his ill-resounding noise,<br/>
+Another flap-mouth’d mourner, black and grim,     920<br/>
+Against the welkin volleys out his voice;<br/>
+Another and another answer him,<br/>
+    Clapping their proud tails to the ground below,<br/>
+    Shaking their scratch’d ears, bleeding as they go.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Look how the world’s poor people are amazed     925<br/>
+At apparitions, signs, and prodigies,<br/>
+Whereon with fearful eyes they long have gazed,<br/>
+Infusing them with dreadful prophecies;     928<br/>
+    So she at these sad signs draws up her breath,<br/>
+    And sighing it again, exclaims on death.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Hard-favour’d tyrant, ugly, meagre, lean,     931<br/>
+Hateful divorce of love,” thus chides she death,<br/>
+“Grim-grinning ghost, earth’s worm, what dost thou mean?<br/>
+To stifle beauty and to steal his breath,<br/>
+    Who when he liv’d, his breath and beauty set<br/>
+    Gloss on the rose, smell to the violet.     936<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“If he be dead, O no, it cannot be,<br/>
+Seeing his beauty, thou shouldst strike at it,<br/>
+O yes, it may, thou hast no eyes to see,<br/>
+But hatefully at random dost thou hit.     940<br/>
+    Thy mark is feeble age, but thy false dart<br/>
+    Mistakes that aim, and cleaves an infant’s heart.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Hadst thou but bid beware, then he had spoke,<br/>
+And hearing him, thy power had lost his power.     944<br/>
+The destinies will curse thee for this stroke;<br/>
+They bid thee crop a weed, thou pluck’st a flower.<br/>
+    Love’s golden arrow at him should have fled,<br/>
+    And not death’s ebon dart to strike him dead.     948<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Dost thou drink tears, that thou provok’st such weeping?<br/>
+What may a heavy groan advantage thee?<br/>
+Why hast thou cast into eternal sleeping<br/>
+Those eyes that taught all other eyes to see?     952<br/>
+    Now nature cares not for thy mortal vigour,<br/>
+    Since her best work is ruin’d with thy rigour.”<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Here overcome, as one full of despair,<br/>
+She vail’d her eyelids, who like sluices stopp’d     956<br/>
+The crystal tide that from her two cheeks fair<br/>
+In the sweet channel of her bosom dropp’d<br/>
+    But through the flood-gates breaks the silver rain,<br/>
+    And with his strong course opens them again.     960<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+O how her eyes and tears did lend and borrow;<br/>
+Her eyes seen in the tears, tears in her eye;<br/>
+Both crystals, where they view’d each other’s sorrow,<br/>
+Sorrow that friendly sighs sought still to dry;     964<br/>
+    But like a stormy day, now wind, now rain,<br/>
+    Sighs dry her cheeks, tears make them wet again.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Variable passions throng her constant woe,<br/>
+As striving who should best become her grief;     968<br/>
+All entertain’d, each passion labours so,<br/>
+That every present sorrow seemeth chief,<br/>
+    But none is best, then join they all together,<br/>
+    Like many clouds consulting for foul weather.     972<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+By this, far off she hears some huntsman holla;<br/>
+A nurse’s song ne’er pleas’d her babe so well:<br/>
+The dire imagination she did follow<br/>
+This sound of hope doth labour to expel;     976<br/>
+    For now reviving joy bids her rejoice,<br/>
+    And flatters her it is Adonis’ voice.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Whereat her tears began to turn their tide,<br/>
+Being prison’d in her eye, like pearls in glass;     980<br/>
+Yet sometimes falls an orient drop beside,<br/>
+Which her cheek melts, as scorning it should pass<br/>
+    To wash the foul face of the sluttish ground,<br/>
+    Who is but drunken when she seemeth drown’d.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+O hard-believing love, how strange it seems     985<br/>
+Not to believe, and yet too credulous;<br/>
+Thy weal and woe are both of them extremes;<br/>
+Despair and hope make thee ridiculous,     988<br/>
+    The one doth flatter thee in thoughts unlikely,<br/>
+    In likely thoughts the other kills thee quickly.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Now she unweaves the web that she hath wrought,<br/>
+Adonis lives, and death is not to blame;     992<br/>
+It was not she that call’d him all to naught;<br/>
+Now she adds honours to his hateful name.<br/>
+    She clepes him king of graves, and grave for kings,<br/>
+    Imperious supreme of all mortal things.     996<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“No, no,” quoth she, “sweet death, I did but jest;<br/>
+Yet pardon me, I felt a kind of fear<br/>
+Whenas I met the boar, that bloody beast,<br/>
+Which knows no pity, but is still severe;     1000<br/>
+    Then, gentle shadow,&mdash;truth I must confess&mdash;<br/>
+    I rail’d on thee, fearing my love’s decease.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“’Tis not my fault, the boar provok’d my tongue;<br/>
+Be wreak’d on him, invisible commander;     1004<br/>
+’Tis he, foul creature, that hath done thee wrong;<br/>
+I did but act, he’s author of my slander.<br/>
+    Grief hath two tongues, and never woman yet,<br/>
+    Could rule them both, without ten women’s wit.”<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Thus hoping that Adonis is alive,     1009<br/>
+Her rash suspect she doth extenuate;<br/>
+And that his beauty may the better thrive,<br/>
+With death she humbly doth insinuate;     1012<br/>
+    Tells him of trophies, statues, tombs and stories<br/>
+    His victories, his triumphs and his glories.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“O love!” quoth she, “how much a fool was I,<br/>
+To be of such a weak and silly mind,     1016<br/>
+To wail his death who lives, and must not die<br/>
+Till mutual overthrow of mortal kind;<br/>
+    For he being dead, with him is beauty slain,<br/>
+    And beauty dead, black Chaos comes again.     1020<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Fie, fie, fond love, thou art as full of fear<br/>
+As one with treasure laden, hemm’d with thieves,<br/>
+Trifles unwitnessed with eye or ear,<br/>
+Thy coward heart with false bethinking grieves.”     1024<br/>
+    Even at this word she hears a merry horn,<br/>
+    Whereat she leaps that was but late forlorn.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+As falcon to the lure, away she flies;<br/>
+The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light,     1028<br/>
+And in her haste unfortunately spies<br/>
+The foul boar’s conquest on her fair delight;<br/>
+    Which seen, her eyes, as murder’d with the view,<br/>
+    Like stars asham’d of day, themselves withdrew.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Or as the snail, whose tender horns being hit,     1033<br/>
+Shrinks backwards in his shelly cave with pain,<br/>
+And there all smother’d up, in shade doth sit,<br/>
+Long after fearing to creep forth again:     1036<br/>
+    So at his bloody view her eyes are fled<br/>
+    Into the deep dark cabins of her head.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Where they resign their office and their light<br/>
+To the disposing of her troubled brain,     1040<br/>
+Who bids them still consort with ugly night,<br/>
+And never wound the heart with looks again;<br/>
+    Who like a king perplexed in his throne,<br/>
+    By their suggestion gives a deadly groan.     1044<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Whereat each tributary subject quakes,<br/>
+As when the wind imprison’d in the ground,<br/>
+Struggling for passage, earth’s foundation shakes,<br/>
+Which with cold terror doth men’s minds confound.<br/>
+    This mutiny each part doth so surprise     1049<br/>
+    That from their dark beds once more leap her eyes.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+And being open’d, threw unwilling light<br/>
+Upon the wide wound that the boar had trench’d<br/>
+In his soft flank, whose wonted lily white     1053<br/>
+With purple tears that his wound wept, was drench’d.<br/>
+    No flower was nigh, no grass, herb, leaf or weed,<br/>
+    But stole his blood and seem’d with him to bleed.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+This solemn sympathy poor Venus noteth,     1057<br/>
+Over one shoulder doth she hang her head,<br/>
+Dumbly she passions, franticly she doteth;<br/>
+She thinks he could not die, he is not dead:     1060<br/>
+    Her voice is stopp’d, her joints forget to bow,<br/>
+    Her eyes are mad, that they have wept till now.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Upon his hurt she looks so steadfastly,<br/>
+That her sight dazzling makes the wound seem three;<br/>
+And then she reprehends her mangling eye,     1065<br/>
+That makes more gashes, where no breach should be:<br/>
+    His face seems twain, each several limb is doubled,<br/>
+    For oft the eye mistakes, the brain being troubled.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“My tongue cannot express my grief for one,     1069<br/>
+And yet,” quoth she, “behold two Adons dead!<br/>
+My sighs are blown away, my salt tears gone,<br/>
+Mine eyes are turn’d to fire, my heart to lead:     1072<br/>
+    Heavy heart’s lead, melt at mine eyes’ red fire!<br/>
+    So shall I die by drops of hot desire.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Alas poor world, what treasure hast thou lost!<br/>
+What face remains alive that’s worth the viewing?<br/>
+Whose tongue is music now? what canst thou boast<br/>
+Of things long since, or anything ensuing?     1078<br/>
+    The flowers are sweet, their colours fresh and trim,<br/>
+    But true sweet beauty liv’d and died with him.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Bonnet nor veil henceforth no creature wear!     1081<br/>
+Nor sun nor wind will ever strive to kiss you:<br/>
+Having no fair to lose, you need not fear;<br/>
+The sun doth scorn you, and the wind doth hiss you.<br/>
+    But when Adonis liv’d, sun and sharp air     1085<br/>
+    Lurk’d like two thieves, to rob him of his fair.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“And therefore would he put his bonnet on,<br/>
+Under whose brim the gaudy sun would peep;     1088<br/>
+The wind would blow it off, and being gone,<br/>
+Play with his locks; then would Adonis weep;<br/>
+    And straight, in pity of his tender years,<br/>
+    They both would strive who first should dry his tears.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“To see his face the lion walk’d along     1093<br/>
+Behind some hedge, because he would not fear him;<br/>
+To recreate himself when he hath sung,<br/>
+The tiger would be tame and gently hear him.     1096<br/>
+    If he had spoke, the wolf would leave his prey,<br/>
+    And never fright the silly lamb that day.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“When he beheld his shadow in the brook,<br/>
+The fishes spread on it their golden gills;     1100<br/>
+When he was by, the birds such pleasure took,<br/>
+That some would sing, some other in their bills<br/>
+    Would bring him mulberries and ripe-red cherries,<br/>
+    He fed them with his sight, they him with berries.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“But this foul, grim, and urchin-snouted boar,     1105<br/>
+Whose downward eye still looketh for a grave,<br/>
+Ne’er saw the beauteous livery that he wore;<br/>
+Witness the entertainment that he gave.     1108<br/>
+    If he did see his face, why then I know<br/>
+    He thought to kiss him, and hath kill’d him so.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“’Tis true, ’tis true; thus was Adonis slain:<br/>
+He ran upon the boar with his sharp spear,     1112<br/>
+Who did not whet his teeth at him again,<br/>
+But by a kiss thought to persuade him there;<br/>
+    And nuzzling in his flank, the loving swine<br/>
+    Sheath’d unaware the tusk in his soft groin.     1116<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Had I been tooth’d like him, I must confess,<br/>
+With kissing him I should have kill’d him first;<br/>
+But he is dead, and never did he bless<br/>
+My youth with his; the more am I accurst.”     1120<br/>
+    With this she falleth in the place she stood,<br/>
+    And stains her face with his congealed blood.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+She looks upon his lips, and they are pale;<br/>
+She takes him by the hand, and that is cold,     1124<br/>
+She whispers in his ears a heavy tale,<br/>
+As if they heard the woeful words she told;<br/>
+She lifts the coffer-lids that close his eyes,<br/>
+Where lo, two lamps burnt out in darkness lies.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Two glasses where herself herself beheld     1129<br/>
+A thousand times, and now no more reflect;<br/>
+Their virtue lost, wherein they late excell’d,<br/>
+And every beauty robb’d of his effect.     1132<br/>
+    “Wonder of time,” quoth she, “this is my spite,<br/>
+    That thou being dead, the day should yet be light.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Since thou art dead, lo here I prophesy,<br/>
+Sorrow on love hereafter shall attend:     1136<br/>
+It shall be waited on with jealousy,<br/>
+Find sweet beginning, but unsavoury end;<br/>
+    Ne’er settled equally, but high or low,<br/>
+    That all love’s pleasure shall not match his woe.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“It shall be fickle, false and full of fraud,     1141<br/>
+Bud, and be blasted in a breathing while;<br/>
+The bottom poison, and the top o’erstraw’d<br/>
+With sweets that shall the truest sight beguile.     1144<br/>
+    The strongest body shall it make most weak,<br/>
+    Strike the wise dumb, and teach the fool to speak.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“It shall be sparing, and too full of riot,<br/>
+Teaching decrepit age to tread the measures;     1148<br/>
+The staring ruffian shall it keep in quiet,<br/>
+Pluck down the rich, enrich the poor with treasures;<br/>
+    It shall be raging mad, and silly mild,<br/>
+    Make the young old, the old become a child.     1152<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“It shall suspect where is no cause of fear,<br/>
+It shall not fear where it should most mistrust;<br/>
+It shall be merciful, and too severe,<br/>
+And most deceiving when it seems most just;     1156<br/>
+    Perverse it shall be, where it shows most toward,<br/>
+    Put fear to valour, courage to the coward.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“It shall be cause of war and dire events,<br/>
+And set dissension ’twixt the son and sire;     1160<br/>
+Subject and servile to all discontents,<br/>
+As dry combustious matter is to fire,<br/>
+    Sith in his prime death doth my love destroy,<br/>
+    They that love best their love shall not enjoy.”     1164<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+By this the boy that by her side lay kill’d<br/>
+Was melted like a vapour from her sight,<br/>
+And in his blood that on the ground lay spill’d,<br/>
+A purple flower sprung up, chequer’d with white,     1168<br/>
+    Resembling well his pale cheeks, and the blood<br/>
+    Which in round drops upon their whiteness stood.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+She bows her head, the new-sprung flower to smell,<br/>
+Comparing it to her Adonis’ breath;     1172<br/>
+And says within her bosom it shall dwell,<br/>
+Since he himself is reft from her by death;<br/>
+    She crops the stalk, and in the breach appears<br/>
+    Green-dropping sap, which she compares to tears.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Poor flower,” quoth she, “this was thy father’s guise,<br/>
+Sweet issue of a more sweet-smelling sire,<br/>
+For every little grief to wet his eyes,<br/>
+To grow unto himself was his desire,     1180<br/>
+    And so ’tis thine; but know, it is as good<br/>
+    To wither in my breast as in his blood.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+“Here was thy father’s bed, here in my breast;<br/>
+Thou art the next of blood, and ’tis thy right:     1184<br/>
+Lo in this hollow cradle take thy rest,<br/>
+My throbbing heart shall rock thee day and night:<br/>
+    There shall not be one minute in an hour<br/>
+    Wherein I will not kiss my sweet love’s flower.”<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+Thus weary of the world, away she hies,     1189<br/>
+And yokes her silver doves; by whose swift aid<br/>
+Their mistress mounted through the empty skies,<br/>
+In her light chariot quickly is convey’d;     1192<br/>
+    Holding their course to Paphos, where their queen<br/>
+    Means to immure herself and not be seen.<br/><br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+FINIS
+</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Venus and Adonis, by William Shakespeare
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+Title: Venus and Adonis
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+Author: William Shakespeare
+
+Posting Date: August 10, 2008 [EBook #1045]
+Release Date: September, 1997
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK VENUS AND ADONIS ***
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+Produced by Dianne Bean
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+
+VENUS AND ADONIS
+
+by William Shakespeare
+
+
+     'Villa miretur vulgus; mihi flavus Apollo
+     Pocula Castalia plena ministret aqua.'
+
+TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE HENRY WRIOTHESLEY,
+
+EARL OF SOUHAMPTON, AND BARON OF TICHFIELD.
+
+RIGHT HONOURABLE,
+
+I know not how I shall offend in dedicating my unpolished lines to your
+lordship, nor how the world will censure me for choosing so strong a
+prop to support so weak a burthen: only, if your honour seem but
+pleased, I account myself highly praised, and vow to take advantage of
+all idle hours, till I have honoured you with some graver labour. But if
+the first heir of my invention prove deformed, I shall be sorry it had
+so noble a godfather, and never after ear so barren a land, for fear it
+yield me still so bad a harvest. I leave it to your honourable survey,
+and your honour to your heart's content; which I wish may always answer
+your own wish and the world's hopeful expectation.
+
+Your honour's in all duty,
+
+WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.
+
+
+
+
+
+VENUS AND ADONIS
+
+
+     EVEN as the sun with purple-colour'd face
+     Had ta'en his last leave of the weeping morn,
+     Rose-cheek'd Adonis tried him to the chase;
+     Hunting he lov'd, but love he laugh'd to scorn;        4
+       Sick-thoughted Venus makes amain unto him,
+       And like a bold-fac'd suitor 'gins to woo him.
+
+     'Thrice fairer than myself,' thus she began,
+     'The field's chief flower, sweet above compare,        8
+     Stain to all nymphs, more lovely than a man,
+     More white and red than doves or roses are;
+       Nature that made thee, with herself at strife,
+       Saith that the world hath ending with thy life.     12
+
+     'Vouchsafe, thou wonder, to alight thy steed,
+     And rein his proud head to the saddle-bow;
+     If thou wilt deign this favour, for thy meed
+     A thousand honey secrets shalt thou know:             16
+     Here come and sit, where never serpent hisses;
+     And being set, I'll smother thee with kisses:
+
+     'And yet not cloy thy lips with loath'd satiety,
+     But rather famish them amid their plenty,             20
+     Making them red and pale with fresh variety;
+     Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty:
+       A summer's day will seem an hour but short,
+       Being wasted in such time-beguiling sport.'         24
+
+     With this she seizeth on his sweating palm,
+     The precedent of pith and livelihood,
+     And, trembling in her passion, calls it balm,
+     Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good:         28
+       Being so enrag'd, desire doth lend her force
+       Courageously to pluck him from his horse.
+
+     Over one arm the lusty courser's rein
+     Under her other was the tender boy,                   32
+     Who blush'd and pouted in a dull disdain,
+     With leaden appetite, unapt to toy;
+       She red and hot as coals of glowing fire
+       He red for shame, but frosty in desire.             36
+
+     The studded bridle on a ragged bough
+     Nimbly she fastens;--O! how quick is love:--
+     The steed is stalled up, and even now
+     To tie the rider she begins to prove:                 40
+       Backward she push'd him, as she would be thrust,
+       And govern'd him in strength, though not in lust.
+
+     So soon was she along, as he was down,
+     Each leaning on their elbows and their hips:          44
+     Now doth she stroke his cheek, now doth he frown,
+     And 'gins to chide, but soon she stops his lips;
+     And kissing speaks, with lustful language broken,
+     'If thou wilt chide, thy lips shall never open.'      48
+
+     He burns with bashful shame; she with her tears
+     Doth quench the maiden burning of his cheeks;
+     Then with her windy sighs and golden hairs
+     To fan and blow them dry again she seeks:             52
+       He saith she is immodest, blames her miss;
+       What follows more she murders with a kiss.
+
+     Even as an empty eagle, sharp by fast,
+     Tires with her beak on feathers, flesh and bone,      56
+     Shaking her wings, devouring all in haste,
+     Till either gorge be stuff'd or prey be gone;
+     Even so she kiss'd his brow, his cheek, his chin,
+     And where she ends she doth anew begin.               60
+
+     Forc'd to content, but never to obey,
+     Panting he lies, and breatheth in her face;
+     She feedeth on the steam, as on a prey,
+     And calls it heavenly moisture, air of grace;         64
+       Wishing her cheeks were gardens full of flowers
+       So they were dewd with such distilling showers.
+
+     Look! how a bird lies tangled in a net,
+     So fasten'd in her arms Adonis lies;                  68
+     Pure shame and aw'd resistance made him fret,
+     Which bred more beauty in his angry eyes:
+       Rain added to a river that is rank
+       Perforce will force it overflow the bank.           72
+
+
+     Still she entreats, and prettily entreats,
+     For to a pretty ear she tunes her tale;
+     Still is he sullen, still he lours and frets,
+     'Twixt crimson shame and anger ashy-pale;             76
+       Being red she loves him best; and being white,
+       Her best is better'd with a more delight.
+
+     Look how he can, she cannot choose but love;
+     And by her fair immortal hand she swears,             80
+     From his soft bosom never to remove,
+     Till he take truce with her contending tears,
+       Which long have rain'd, making her cheeks all wet;
+       And one sweet kiss shall pay this countless debt.
+
+     Upon this promise did he raise his chin               85
+     Like a dive-dapper peering through a wave,
+     Who, being look'd on, ducks as quickly in;
+     So offers he to give what she did crave;              88
+       But when her lips were ready for his pay,
+       He winks, and turns his lips another way.
+
+     Never did passenger in summer's heat
+     More thirst for drink than she for this good turn.    92
+     Her help she sees, but help she cannot get;
+     She bathes in water, yet her fire must burn:
+       'O! pity,' 'gan she cry, 'flint-hearted boy:
+       'Tis but a kiss I beg; why art thou coy?            96
+
+     'I have been woo'd, as I entreat thee now,
+     Even by the stern and direful god of war,
+     Whose sinewy neck in battle ne'er did bow,
+     Who conquers where he comes in every jar;             100
+       Yet hath he been my captive and my slave,
+       And begg'd for that which thou unask'd shalt have.
+
+     'Over my altars hath he hung his lance,
+     His batter'd shield, his uncontrolled crest,         104
+     And for my sake hath learn'd to sport and dance
+     To toy, to wanton, dally, smile, and jest;
+       Scorning his churlish drum and ensign red
+       Making my arms his field, his tent my bed.         108
+
+     'Thus he that overrul'd I oversway'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.                112
+       O! be not proud, nor brag not of thy might,
+       For mastering her that foil'd the god of fight.
+
+     Touch but my lips with those falr lips of thine,--
+     Though mine be not so fair, yet are they red,--      116
+     The kiss shall be thine own as well as mine:
+     What seest thou in the ground? hold up thy head:
+       Look in mine eyeballs, there thy beauty lies;
+       Then why not lips on lips, since eyes in eyes?     120
+
+     'Art thou asham'd to kiss? then wink again,
+     And I will wink; so shall the day seem night;
+     Love keeps his revels where there are but twain;
+     Be bold to play, our sport is not in sight:          124
+       These blue-vein'd violets whereon we lean
+       Never can blab, nor know not what we mean.
+
+     'The tender spring upon thy tempting lip             127
+     Shows thee unripe, yet mayst thou well be tasted:
+     Make use of time, let not advantage slip;
+     Beauty within itself should not be wasted:
+       Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime
+       Rot and consume themselves in little time.         132
+
+     'Were I hard-favour'd, foul, or wrinkled-old,
+     Ill-nurtur'd, crooked, churlish, harsh in voice,
+     O'erworn, despised, rheumatic, and cold,
+     Thick-sighted, barren, lean, and lacking juice,      136
+       Then mightst thou pause, for then I were not for thee;
+       But having no defects, why dost abhor me?
+
+     'Thou canst not see one winkle in my brow;           139
+     Mine eyes are grey and bright, and quick in turning;
+     My beauty as the spring doth yearly grow;
+     My flesh is soft and plump, my marrow burning;
+       My smooth moist hand, were it with thy hand felt.
+       Would in thy palm dissolve, or seem to melt.       144
+
+     '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:         148
+       Love is a spirit all compact of fire,
+       Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire.
+
+     'Witness this primrose bank whereon I lie;           151
+     These 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 shouldst think it heavy unto thee?       156
+
+     'Is thine own heart to shine 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 on theft.      160
+       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 beauty for the use,         164
+     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 wast begot; to get it is thy duty.            168
+
+     'Upon the earth's increase why shouldst 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;      172
+       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,      176
+     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.            180
+
+     And now Adonis with a lazy spright,
+     And with a heavy, dark, disliking eye,
+     His louring brows o'erwhelming his fair sight,
+     Like misty vapours when they blot the sky,           184
+       Souring his cheeks, cries, 'Fie! no more of love:
+       The sun doth burn my face; I must remove.'
+
+     'Ay me,' quoth Venus, 'young, and so unkind!
+     What bare excuses mak'st thou to be gone!            188
+     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;           191
+       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 that sun and thee:
+     The heat I have from thence doth little harm,
+     Thine eye darts forth the fire that burneth me;      196
+       And were I not immortal, life were done
+       Between this heavenly and earthly sun.
+
+     'Art thou obdurate, flinty, hard as steel?
+     Nay, more than flint, for stone at rain relenteth:   200
+     Art thou a woman's son, and canst not feel
+     What 'tis to love? how want of love tormenteth?
+       O! had thy mother borne so hard a mind,            203
+       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,         209
+     And one for interest if thou wilt have twain.
+
+     'Fie! lifeless picture, cold and senseless stone,
+     Well-painted idol, image dull and dead,              212
+     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.'    216
+
+     This said, impatience chokes 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:     220
+       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;            224
+     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.             228
+
+     '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;
+     Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale:        232
+       Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry,
+       Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.
+
+     'Within this limit is relief enough,
+     Sweet bottom-grass and high delightful plain,        236
+     Round rising hillocks, brakes obscure and rough,
+     To shelter thee from tempest and from rain:
+       Then be my deer, since I am such a park;           239
+       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;              244
+       Foreknowing well, if there he came to lie,
+       Why, there Love liv'd, and there he could not die.
+
+     These lovely caves, these round enchanting pits,
+     Open'd their mouths to swallow Venus' liking.        248
+     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 in scorn!      252
+
+     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:       256
+       'Pity,' she cries; 'some favour, some remorse!'
+       Away he springs, and hasteth to his horse.
+
+     But lo! from forth a copse that neighbours by,
+     A breeding jennet, lusty, young, and proud,          260
+     Adonis' tramping courier doth espy,
+     And forth she rushes, snorts and neighs aloud:
+       The strong-neck'd steed, being tied unto a tree,
+       Breaketh his rein, and to her straight goes he.    264
+
+     Imperiously he leaps, he neighs, he bounds,
+     And now his woven girths he breaks asunder;
+     The bearing earth with his hard hoof he wounds,
+     Whose hollow womb resounds like heaven's thunder;
+       The iron bit he crusheth 'tween his teeth,         269
+       Controlling what he was controlled with.
+
+     His ears up-prick'd; his braided hanging mane
+     Upon his compass'd crest now stand on end;           272
+     His nostrils drink the air, and forth again,
+     As from a furnace, vapours doth he send:
+       His eye, which scornfully glisters like fire,
+       Shows his hot courage and his high desire.         276
+
+     Sometime he trots, as if he told the steps,
+     With gentle majesty and modest pride;
+     Anon he rears upright, curvets and leaps,
+     As who should say, 'Lo! thus my strength is tried;
+       And this I do to captivate the eye                 281
+       Of the fair breeder that is standing by.'
+
+     What recketh he his rider's angry stir,
+     His flattering 'Holla', or his 'Stand, I say'?       284
+     What cares he now for curb or pricking spur?
+     For rich caparisons or trapping gay?
+       He sees his love, and nothing else he sees,
+       Nor nothing else with his proud sight agrees.      288
+
+     Look, when a painter would 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;             292
+       So did this horse excel a common one,
+       In shape, in courage, colour, pace and bone.
+
+     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.             300
+
+     Sometimes he scuds far off, and there he stares;
+     Anon he starts at stirring of a feather;
+     To bid the wind a base he now prepares,
+     And whe'r he run or fly they know not whether;       304
+       For through his mane and tail the high wind sings,
+       Fanning the hairs, who wave like feather'd wings.
+
+     He looks upon his love, and neighs unto her;
+     She answers him as if she knew his mind;             308
+     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.      312
+
+     Then, like a melancholy malcontent,
+     He vails his tail, that, like a falling plume,
+     Cool shadow to his melting buttock lent:
+     He stamps, and bites the poor flies in his fume.     316
+       His love, perceiving how he is enrag'd,
+       Grew kinder, and his fury was assuag'd.
+
+     His testy master goeth about to take him;
+     When lo! the unback'd breeder, full of fear,         320
+     Jealous of catching, swiftly doth forsake him,
+     With her the horse, and left Adonis there:
+       As they were mad, unto the wood they hie them,
+       Outstripping crows that strive to overfly them.    324
+
+     All swoln with chafing, down Adonis sits,
+     Banning his boisterous and unruly beast:
+     And now the happy season once more fits,
+     That love-sick Love by pleading may be blest;        328
+       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 stay'd,
+     Burneth more hotly, swelleth with more rage:         332
+     So of concealed sorrow may be said;
+     Free vent of words love's fire doth assuage;
+       But when the heart's attorney once is mute
+       The client breaks, as desperate in his suit.       336
+
+     He sees her coming, and begins to glow,--
+     Even as a dying coal revives with wind,--
+     And with his bonnet hides his angry brow;
+     Looks on the dull earth with disturbed mind,         340
+       Taking no notice that she is so nigh,
+       For all askance he holds her in his eye.
+
+     O! what a sight it was, wistly to view
+     How she came stealing to the wayward boy;            344
+     To note the fighting conflict of her hue,
+     How white and red each other did destroy:
+       But now her cheek was pale, and by and by
+       It flash'd forth fire, as lightning from the sky.  348
+
+     Now was she just before him as he sat,
+     And like a lowly lover down she kneels;
+     With one fair hand she heaveth up his hat,
+     Her other tender hand his fair cheek feels:          352
+       His tenderer cheek receives her soft hand's print,
+       As apt as new-fall'n snow takes any dint.
+
+     O! what a war of looks was then between them;
+     Her eyes petitioners to his eyes suing;              356
+     His eyes saw her eyes as they had not seen them;
+     Her eyes woo'd still, his eyes disdain'd the wooing:
+       And all this dumb play had his acts made plain
+       With tears, which, chorus-like, her eyes did rain.
+
+     Full gently now she takes him by the hand,           361
+     A lily prison'd in a gaol of snow,
+     Or ivory in an alabaster band;
+     So white a friend engirts so white a foe:            364
+       This beauteous combat, wilful and unwilling,
+       Show'd like two silver doves that sit a-billing.
+
+     Once more the engine of her thoughts began:
+     'O fairest mover on this mortal round,               368
+     Would thou wert as I am, and I a man,
+     My heart all whole as thine, thy heart my wound;
+       For one sweet look thy help I would assure thee,
+       Though nothing but my body's bane would cure thee.'
+
+     'Give me my hand,' saith he, 'why dost thou feel it?'
+     'Give me my heart,' saith she, 'and thou shalt have it;
+     O! give it me, lest thy hard heart do steel it,
+     And being steel'd, soft sighs can never grave it:    376
+       Then love's deep groans I never shall regard,
+       Because Adonis' heart hath made mine hard.'
+
+     'For shame,' he cries, 'let go, and let me go;
+     My day's delight is past, my horse is gone,          380
+     And 'tis your fault I am bereft him so:
+     I pray you hence, and leave me here alone:
+       For all my mind, my thought, my busy care,
+       Is how to get my palfrey from the mare.'           384
+
+     Thus she replies: 'Thy palfrey, as he should,
+     Welcomes the warm approach of sweet desire:
+     Affection is a coal that must be cool'd;
+     Else, suffer'd, it will set the heart on fire:       388
+       The sea hath bounds, but deep desire hath none;
+       Therefore no marvel though thy horse be gone.
+
+     'How like a Jade he stood, tied to the tree,
+     Servilely master'd with a leathern rein!             392
+     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,
+       Enfranchising his mouth, his back, his breast.     396
+
+     'Who sees his true-love in her naked bed,
+     Teaching the sheets a whiter hue than white,
+     But, when his glutton eye so full hath fed,
+     His other agents aim at like delight?                400
+       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,           404
+     To take advantage on presented joy
+     Though I were dumb, yet his proceedings teach thee.
+       O learn to love, the lesson is but plain,
+       And once made perfect, never lost again.           408
+
+     'I know not love,' quoth he, 'nor will not know it,
+     Unless it be a boar, and then I chase it;
+     'Tis much to borrow, and I will not owe it;
+     My love to love is love but to disgrace it;          412
+       For I have heard it is a life in death,
+       That laughs and weeps, and all but with a breath.
+
+     'Who wears a garment shapeless and unfinish'd?
+     Who plucks the bud before one leaf put forth?        416
+     If springing things be any jot diminish'd,
+     They wither in their prime, prove nothing worth;
+       The colt that's back'd and burden'd being young
+       Loseth his pride, and never waxeth strong.         420
+
+     'You hurt my hand with wringing. Let us part,
+     And leave this idle theme, this bootless chat:
+     Remove your siege from my unyielding heart;
+     To love's alarms it will not ope the gate:           424
+       Dismiss your vows, your feigned tears, your flattery;
+       For where a heart is hard they make no battery.'
+
+     'What! canst thou talk?' quoth she, 'hast thou a tongue?
+     O! would thou hadst not, or I had no hearing;        428
+     Thy mermaid's voice hath done me double wrong;
+     I had my load before, now press'd with bearing:
+       Melodious discord, heavenly tune, harsh-sounding,
+       Ear's deep-sweet music, and heart's deep-sore wounding.
+
+     'Had I no eyes but ears, my ears would love          433
+     That inward beauty and invisible;
+     Or were I deaf, thy outward parts would move
+     Each part in me that were but sensible:              436
+       Though neither eyes nor ears, to hear nor see,
+       Yet should I be in love by touching thee.
+
+     'Say, that the sense of feeling were bereft me,
+     And that I could not see, nor hear, nor touch,       440
+     And nothing but the very smell were left me,
+     Yet would my love to thee be still as much;
+       For from the stillitory of thy face excelling
+       Comes breath perfum'd that breedeth love by smelling.
+
+     'But O! what banquet wert thou to the taste,         445
+     Being nurse and feeder of the other four;
+     Would they not wish the feast might ever last,
+     And bid Suspicion double-lock the door,
+       Lest Jealousy, that sour unwelcome guest,
+       Should, by his stealing in, disturb the feast?'    448
+
+     Once more the ruby-colour'd portal open'd,
+     Which to his speech did honey passage yield,         452
+     Like a red morn, that ever yet betoken'd
+     Wrack to the seaman, tempest to the field,
+       Sorrow to shepherds, woe unto the birds,
+       Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds.      456
+
+     This ill presage advisedly she marketh:
+     Even as the wind is hush'd before it raineth,
+     Or as the wolf doth grin before he barketh,
+     Or as the berry breaks before it staineth,           460
+       Or like the deadly bullet of a gun,
+       His meaning struck her ere his words begun.
+
+     And at his look she flatly falleth down
+     For looks kill love, and love by looks reviveth;     464
+     A smile recures the wounding of a frown;
+     But blessed bankrupt, that by love so thriveth!
+       The silly boy, believing she is dead
+       Claps her pale cheek, till clapping makes it red;  468
+
+     And all amaz'd brake off his late intent,
+     For sharply he did think to reprehend her,
+     Which cunning love did wittily prevent:
+     Fair fall the wit that can so well defend her!       472
+       For on the grass she lies as she were slain
+       Till his breath breatheth life in her again.
+
+     He wrings her nose, he strikes her on the cheeks,
+     He bends her fingers, holds her pulses hard,         476
+     He chafes her lips; a thousand ways he seeks
+     To mend the hurt that his unkindness marr'd:
+       He kisses her; and she, by her good will,
+       Will never rise, so he will kiss her still.        480
+
+     The night of sorrow now is turn'd to day:
+     Her two blue windows faintly she up-heaveth,
+     Like the fair sun, when in his fresh array
+     He cheers the morn, and all the world relieveth:     484
+       And as the bright sun glorifies the sky,
+       So is her face illumin'd with her eye;
+
+     Whose beams upon his hairless face are fix'd,
+     As if from thence they borrow'd all their shine.     488
+     Were never four such lamps together mix'd,
+     Had not his clouded with his brow's repine;
+       But hers, which through the crystal tears gave light
+       Shone like the moon in water seen by night.        492
+
+     'O! where am I?' quoth she, 'in earth or heaven,
+     Or in the ocean drench'd, or in the fire?
+     What hour is this? or morn or weary even?
+     Do I delight to die, or life desire?                 496
+       But now I liv'd, and life was death's annoy;
+       But now I died, and death was lively joy.
+
+     'O! thou didst kill me; kill me once again:
+     Thy eyes' shrewd tutor, that hard heart of thine,    500
+     Hath taught them scornful tricks, and such disdain,
+     That they have murder'd this poor heart of mine;
+       And these mine eyes, true leaders to their queen,
+       But for thy piteous lips no more had seen.         504
+
+     'Long may they kiss each other for this cure!
+     O! never let their crimson liveries wear;
+     And as they last, their verdure still endure,
+     To drive infection from the dangerous year:          508
+       That the star-gazers, having writ on death,
+       May say, the plague is banish'd by thy breath.
+
+     'Pure lips, sweet seals in my soft lips imprinted,
+     What bargains may I make, still to be sealing?       512
+     To sell myself I can be well contented,
+     So thou wilt buy and pay and use good dealing;
+       Which purchase if thou make, for fear of slips
+       Set thy seal-manual on my wax-red lips.            516
+
+     'A thousand kisses buys my heart from me;
+     And pay them at thy leisure, one by one.
+     What is ten hundred touches unto thee?
+     Are they not quickly told and quickly gone?          520
+       Say, for non-payment that the debt should double,
+       Is twenty hundred kisses such a trouble?'
+
+     'Fair queen,' quoth he, 'if any love you owe me,
+     Measure my strangeness with my unripe years:         524
+     Before I know myself, seek not to know me;
+     No fisher but the ungrown fry forbears:
+       The mellow plum doth fall, the green sticks fast,
+       Or being early pluck'd is sour to taste.           528
+
+     'Look! the world's comforter, with weary gait
+     His day's hot task hath ended in the west;
+     The owl, night's herald, shrieks, 'tis very late;
+     The sheep are gone to fold, birds to their nest,     532
+       And coal-black clouds that shadow heaven's light
+       Do summon us to part, and bid good night.
+
+     'Now let me say good night, and so say you;
+     If you will say so, you shall have a kiss.'          536
+     'Good night,' quoth she; and ere he says adieu,
+     The honey fee of parting tender'd is:
+       Her arms do lend his neck a sweet embrace;
+       Incorporate then they seem, face grows to face.    540
+
+     Till, breathless, he disjoin'd, and backward drew
+     The heavenly moisture, that sweet coral mouth,
+     Whose precious taste her thirsty lips well knew,
+     Whereon they surfeit, yet complain on drouth:        544
+       He with her plenty press'd, she faint with dearth,
+       Their lips together glu'd, fall to the earth.
+
+     Now quick desire hath caught the yielding prey,
+     And glutton-like she feeds, yet never filleth;       548
+     Her lips are conquerors, his lips obey,
+     Paying what ransom the insulter willeth;
+       Whose vulture thought doth pitch the price so high,
+       That she will draw his lips' rich treasure dry.    552
+
+     And having felt the sweetness of the spoil,
+     With blindfold fury she begins to forage;
+     Her face doth reek and smoke, her blood doth boil,
+     And careless lust stirs up a desperate courage;      556
+       Planting oblivion, beating reason back,
+       Forgetting shame's pure blush and honour's wrack.
+
+     Hot, faint, and weary, with her hard embracing,
+     Like a wild bird being tam'd with too much handling,
+     Or as the fleet-foot roe that's tir'd with chasing,  561
+     Or like the froward infant still'd with dandling,
+       He now obeys, and now no more resisteth,
+       While she takes all she can, not all she listeth.  564
+
+     What wax so frozen but dissolves with tempering,
+     And yields at last to every light impression?
+     Things out of hope are compass'd oft with venturing,
+     Chiefly in love, whose leave exceeds commission:     568
+       Affection faints not like a pale-fac'd coward,
+       But then woos best when most his choice is froward.
+
+     When he did frown, O! had she then gave over,
+     Such nectar from his lips she had not suck'd.        572
+     Foul words and frowns must not repel a lover;
+     What though the rose have prickles, yet 'tis pluck'd:
+       Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast,
+       Yet love breaks through and picks them all at last.
+
+     For pity now she can no more detain him;             577
+     The poor fool prays her that he may depart:
+     She is resolv'd no longer to restrain him,
+     Bids him farewell, and look well to her heart,       580
+       The which, by Cupid's bow she doth protest,
+       He carries thence incaged in his breast.
+
+     'Sweet boy,' she says, 'this night I'll waste in sorrow,
+     For my sick heart commands mine eyes to watch.       584
+     Tell me, Love's master, shall we meet to-morrow
+     Say, shall we? shall we? wilt thou make the match?'
+       He tells her, no; to-morrow he intends
+       To hunt the boar with certain of his friends.      588
+
+     'The boar!' quoth she; whereat a sudden pale,
+     Like lawn being spread upon the blushing rose,
+     Usurps her cheeks, she trembles at his tale,
+     And on his neck her yoking arms she throws:          592
+       She sinketh down, still hanging by his neck,
+       He on her belly falls, she on her back.
+
+     Now is she in the very lists of love,
+     Her champion mounted for the hot encounter:          596
+     All is imaginary she doth prove,
+     He will not manage her, although he mount her;
+       That worse than Tantalus' is her annoy,
+       To clip Elysium and to lack her joy.               600
+
+     Even as poor birds, deceiv'd with painted grapes,
+     Do surfeit by the eye and pine the maw,
+     Even so she languisheth in her mishaps,
+     As those poor birds that helpless berries saw.       604
+       The warm effects which she in him finds missing,
+       She seeks to kindle with continual kissing.
+
+     But all in vain, good queen, it will not be:
+     She hath assay'd as much as may be prov'd;           608
+     Her pleading hath deserv'd a greater fee;
+     She's Love, she loves, and yet she is not lov'd.
+       'Fie, fie!' he says, 'you crush me; let me go;
+       You have no reason to withhold me so.'             612
+
+     'Thou hadst been gone,' quoth she, 'sweet boy, ere this,
+     But that thou told'st me thou wouldst hunt the boar.
+     O! be advis'd; thou know'st not what it is
+     With javelin's point a churlish swine to gore,       616
+       Whose tushes never sheath'd he whetteth still,
+       Like to a mortal butcher, bent to kill.
+
+     'On his bow-back he hath a battle set
+     Of bristly pikes, that ever threat his foes;         620
+     His eyes like glow-worms shine when he doth fret;
+     His snout digs sepulchres where'er he goes;
+       Being mov'd, he strikes whate'er is in his way,
+       And whom he strikes his crooked tushes slay.       624
+
+     'His brawny sides, with hairy bristles arm'd,
+     Are better proof than thy spear's point can enter;
+     His short thick neck cannot be easily harm'd;
+     Being ireful, on the lion he will venture:           628
+       The thorny brambles and embracing bushes,
+       As fearful of him, part, through whom he rushes.
+
+     'Alas! he nought esteems that face of thine,
+     To which Love's eyes pay tributary gazes;            632
+     Nor thy soft hands, sweet lips, and crystal eyne,
+     Whose full perfection all the world amazes;
+       But having thee at vantage, wondrous dread!
+       Would root these beauties as he roots the mead.
+
+     'O! let him keep his loathsome cabin still;          637
+     Beauty hath nought to do with such foul fiends:
+     Come not within his danger by thy will;
+     They that thrive well take counsel of their friends.
+       When thou didst name the boar, not to dissemble,
+       I fear'd thy fortune, and my joints did tremble.
+
+     'Didst thou not mark my face? was it not white?
+     Saw'st thou not signs of fear lurk in mine eye?      644
+     Grew I not faint? And fell I not downright?
+     Within my bosom, whereon thou dost lie,
+       My boding heart pants, beats, and takes no rest,
+       But, like an earthquake, shakes thee on my breast.
+
+     'For where Love reigns, disturbing Jealousy          649
+     Doth call himself Affection's sentinel;
+     Gives false alarms, suggesteth mutiny,
+     And in a peaceful hour doth cry "Kill, kill!"        652
+       Distempering gentle Love in his desire,
+       As air and water do abate the fire.
+
+     'This sour informer, this bate-breeding spy,
+     This canker that eats up Love's tender spring,       656
+     This carry-tale, dissentious Jealousy,
+     That sometime true news, sometime false doth bring,
+       Knocks at my heart, and whispers in mine ear
+       That if I love thee, I thy death should fear:      660
+
+     'And more than so, presenteth to mine eye
+     The picture of an angry-chafing boar,
+     Under whose sharp fangs on his back doth lie
+     An image like thyself, all stain'd with gore;        664
+       Whose blood upon the fresh flowers being shed
+       Doth make them droop with grief and hang the head.
+
+     'What should I do, seeing thee so indeed,
+     That tremble at the imagination?                     668
+     The thought of it doth make my faint heart bleed,
+     And fear doth teach it divination:
+       I prophesy thy death, my living sorrow,
+       If thou encounter with the boar to-morrow.         672
+
+     'But if thou needs wilt hunt, be rul'd by me;
+     Uncouple at the timorous flying hare,
+     Or at the fox which lives by subtilty,
+     Or at the roe which no encounter dare:               676
+       Pursue these fearful creatures o'er the downs,
+       And on thy well-breath'd horse keep with thy hound.
+
+     'And when thou hast on foot the purblind hare,
+     Mark the poor wretch, to overshoot his troubles      680
+     How he outruns the winds, and with what care
+     He cranks and crosses with a thousand doubles:
+       The many musits through the which he goes
+       Are like a labyrinth to amaze his foes.            684
+
+     'Sometime he runs among a flock of sheep,
+     To make the cunning hounds mistake their smell,
+     And sometime where earth-delving conies keep,
+     To stop the loud pursuers in their yell,             688
+       And sometime sorteth with a herd of deer;
+       Danger deviseth shifts, wit waits on fear:
+
+     'For there his smell with others being mingled,      691
+     The hot scent-snuffing hounds are driven to doubt,
+     Ceasing their clamorous cry till they have singled
+     With much ado the cold fault cleanly out;
+       Then do they spend their mouths: Echo replies,
+       As if another chase were in the skies.             696
+
+     'By this, poor Wat, far off upon a hill,
+     Stands on his hinder legs with listening ear,
+     To hearken if his foes pursue him still:
+     Anon their loud alarums he doth hear;                700
+     And now his grief may be compared well
+     To one sore sick that hears the passing bell.
+
+     'Then shalt thou see the dew-bedabbled wretch
+     Turn, and return, indenting with the way;            704
+     Each envious briar his weary legs doth scratch,
+     Each shadow makes him stop, each murmur stay:
+       For misery is trodden on by many,
+       And being low never reliev'd by any.               708
+
+     'Lie quietly, and hear a little more;
+     Nay, do not struggle, for thou shalt not rise:
+     To make thee hate the hunting of the boar,
+     Unlike myself thou hear'st me moralize,              712
+       Applying this to that, and so to so;
+       For love can comment upon every woe.
+
+     'Where did I leave?' 'No matter where,' quoth he
+     'Leave me, and then the story aptly ends:            716
+     The night is spent,' 'Why, what of that?' quoth she.
+     'I am,' quoth he, 'expected of my friends;
+       And now 'tis dark, and going I shall fall.'
+       'In night,' quoth she, 'desire sees best of all.'  720
+
+     But if thou fall, O! then imagine this,
+     The earth, in love with thee, thy footing trips,
+     And all is but to rob thee of a kiss.                723
+     Rich preys make true men thieves; so do thy lips
+       Make modest Dian cloudy and forlorn,
+       Lest she should steal a kiss and die forsworn.
+
+     'Now of this dark night I perceive the reason:
+     Cynthia for shame obscures her silver shine          728
+     Till forging Nature be condemn'd of treason,
+     For stealing moulds from heaven that were divine;
+       Wherein she fram'd thee in high heaven's despite,
+       To shame the sun by day and her by night.          732
+
+     'And therefore hath she brib'd the Destinies,
+     To cross the curious workmanship of nature
+     To mingle beauty with infirmities,
+     And pure perfection with impure defeature;           736
+       Making it subject to the tyranny
+       Of mad mischances and much misery;
+
+     'As burning fevers, agues pale and faint,
+     Life-poisoning pestilence and frenzies wood,         740
+     The marrow-eating sickness, whose attains
+     Disorder breeds by heating of the blood;
+       Surfeits, imposthumes, grief, and damn'd despair,
+       Swear nature's death for framing thee so fair.     744
+
+     'And not the least of all these maladies
+     But in one minute's fight brings beauty under:
+     Both favour, savour hue, and qualities,
+     Whereat the impartial gazer late did wonder,         748
+       Are on the sudden wasted, thaw'd and done,
+       As mountain-snow melts with the mid-day sun.
+
+     'Therefore, despite of fruitless chastity,
+     Love-lacking vestals and self-loving nuns,           752
+     That on the earth would breed a scarcity
+     And barren dearth of daughters and of sons,
+       Be prodigal: the lamp that burns by night
+       Dries up his oil to lend the world his light.      756
+
+     'What is thy body but a swallowing grave,
+     Seeming to bury that posterity
+     Which by the rights of time thou needs must have,
+     If thou destroy them not in dark obscurity?          760
+       If so, the world will hold thee in disdain,
+       Sith in thy pride so fair a hope is slain.
+
+
+     'So in thyself thyself art made away;
+     A mischief worse than civil home-bred strife,        764
+     Or theirs whose desperate hands themselves do slay,
+     Or butcher-sire that reeves his son of life.
+       Foul-cankering rust the hidden treasure frets,
+       But gold that's put to use more gold begets.'      768
+
+     'Nay then,' quoth Adon, 'you will fall again
+     Into your idle over-handled theme;
+     The kiss I gave you is bestow'd in vain,
+     And all in vain you strive against the stream;       772
+       For by this black-fac'd night, desire's foul nurse,
+       Your treatise makes me like you worse and worse.
+
+     'If love have lent you twenty thousand tongues,
+     And every tongue more moving than your own,          776
+     Bewitching like the wanton mermaid's songs,
+     Yet from mine ear the tempting tune is blown;
+       For know, my heart stands armed in mine ear,
+       And will not let a false sound enter there;        780
+
+     'Lest the deceiving harmony should run
+     Into the quiet closure of my breast;
+     And then my little heart were quite undone,
+     In his bedchamber to be barr'd of rest.              784
+       No, lady, no; my heart longs not to groan,
+       But soundly sleeps, while now it sleeps alone.
+
+     'What have you urg'd that I cannot reprove?
+     The path is smooth that leadeth on to danger;        790
+     I hate not love, but your device in love
+     That lends embracements unto every stranger.
+       You do it for increase: O strange excuse!
+       When reason is the bawd to lust's abuse.           792
+
+     'Call it not, love, for Love to heaven is fled,
+     Since sweating Lust on earth usurp'd his name;
+     Under whose simple semblance he hath fed
+     Upon fresh beauty, blotting it with blame;           796
+       Which the hot tyrant stains and soon bereaves,
+       As caterpillars do the tender leaves.
+
+     'Love comforteth like sunshine after rain,
+     But Lust's effect is tempest after sun;              800
+     Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain,
+     Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done.
+       Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies;
+       Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies.       804
+
+     'More I could tell, but more I dare not say;
+     The text is old, the orator too green.
+     Therefore, in sadness, now I will away;
+     My face is full of shame, my heart of teen:          808
+       Mine ears, that to your wanton talk attended
+       Do burn themselves for having so offended.'
+
+     With this he breaketh from the sweet embrace         811
+     Of those fair arms which bound him to her breast,
+     And homeward through the dark laund runs apace;
+     Leaves Love upon her back deeply distress'd.
+       Look, how a bright star shooteth from the sky
+       So glides he in the night from Venus' eye;         816
+
+     Which after him she darts, as one on shore
+     Gazing upon a late-embarked friend,
+     Till the wild waves will have him seen no more,
+     Whose ridges with the meeting clouds contend:        820
+       So did the merciless and pitchy night
+       Fold in the object that did feed her sight.
+
+     Whereat amaz'd, as one that unaware
+     Hath dropp'd a precious jewel in the flood,          824
+     Or 'stonish'd as night-wanderers often are,
+     Their light blown out in some mistrustful wood;
+       Even so confounded in the dark she lay,
+       Having lost the fair discovery of her way.         828
+
+     And now she beats her heart, whereat it groans,
+     That all the neighbour caves, as seeming troubled,
+     Make verbal repetition of her moans;
+     Passion on passion deeply is redoubled:              832
+       'Ay me!' she cries, and twenty times, 'Woe, woe!'
+       And twenty echoes twenty times cry so.
+
+     She marking them, begins a wailing note,
+     And sings extemporally a woeful ditty;               836
+     How love makes young men thrall and old men dote;
+     How love is wise in folly foolish-witty:
+       Her heavy anthem still concludes in woe,
+       And still the choir of echoes answer so.           840
+
+     Her song was tedious, and outwore the night,
+     For lovers' hours are long, though seeming short:
+     If pleas'd themselves, others, they think, delight
+     In such like circumstance, with such like sport:     844
+       Their copious stories, oftentimes begun,
+       End without audience, and are never done.
+
+     For who hath she to spend the night withal,
+     But idle sounds resembling parasites;                848
+     Like shrill-tongu'd tapsters answering every call,
+     Soothing the humour of fantastic wits?
+       She says, ''Tis so:' they answer all, ''Tis so;'
+       And would say after her, if she said 'No'.         852
+
+     Lo! here the gentle lark, weary of rest,
+     From his moist cabinet mounts up on high,
+     And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast
+     The sun ariseth in his majesty;                      856
+       Who doth the world so gloriously behold,
+       That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold.
+
+     Venus salutes him with this fair good morrow:
+     'O thou clear god, and patron of all light,          860
+     From whom each lamp and shining star doth borrow
+     The beauteous influence that makes him bright,
+       There lives a son that suck'd an earthly mother,
+       May lend thee light, as thou dost lend to other'
+
+     This said, she hasteth to a myrtle grove,            865
+     Musing the morning is so much o'erworn,
+     And yet she hears no tidings of her love;
+     She hearkens for his hounds and for his horn:        868
+       Anon she hears them chant it lustily,
+       And all in haste she coasteth to the cry.
+
+     And as she runs, the bushes in the way
+     Some catch her by the neck, some kiss her face,      872
+     Some twine about her thigh to make her stay:
+     She wildly breaketh from their strict embrace,
+       Like a milch doe, whose swelling dugs do ache,
+       Hasting to feed her fawn hid in some brake.        876
+
+     By this she hears the hounds are at a bay;
+     Whereat she starts, like one that spies an adder
+     Wreath'd up in fatal folds just in his way,
+     The fear whereof doth make him shake and shudder;
+       Even so the timorous yelping of the hounds         881
+       Appals her senses, and her spirit confounds.
+
+     For now she knows it is no gentle chase,
+     But the blunt boar, rough bear, or lion proud,       884
+     Because the cry remaineth in one place,
+     Wilere fearfully the dogs exclaim aloud:
+       Finding their enemy to be so curst,
+       They all strain courtesy who shall cope him first.
+
+     This dismal cry rings sadly in her ear,              889
+     Througll which it enters to surprise her heart;
+     Who, overcome by doubt and bloodless fear,
+     With cold-pale weakness numbs each feeling part;
+       Like soldiers, when their captain once doth yield,
+       They basely fly and dare not stay the field.
+
+     Thus stands she in a trembling ecstasy,
+     Till, cheering up her senses sore dismay'd,          896
+     She tells them 'tis a causeless fantasy,
+     And childish error, that they are afraid;
+       Bids them leave quaking, bids them fear no more:
+       And with that word she spied the hunted boar;
+
+     Whose frothy mouth bepainted all with red,           901
+     Like milk and blood being mingled both together,
+     A second fear through all her sinews spread,
+     Which madly hurries her she knows not whither:       904
+       This way she runs, and now she will no further,
+       But back retires to rate the boar for murther.
+
+     A thousand spleens bear her a thousand ways,
+     She treads the path that she untreads again;         908
+     Her more than haste is mated with delays,
+     Like the proceedings of a drunken brain,
+       Full of respects, yet nought at all respecting,
+       In hand with all things, nought at all effecting.
+
+     Here kennel'd in a brake she finds a hound,          913
+     And asks the weary caitiff for his master,
+     And there another licking of his wound,
+     Gainst venom'd sores the only sovereign plaster;     916
+       And here she meets another sadly scowling,
+       To whom she speaks, and he replies with howling.
+
+     When he hath ceas'd his ill-resounding noise,
+     Another flap-mouth'd mourner, black and grim,        920
+     Against the welkin volleys out his voice;
+     Another and another answer him,
+       Clapping their proud tails to the ground below,
+       Shaking their scratch'd ears, bleeding as they go.
+
+     Look, how the world's poor people are amaz'd         925
+     At apparitions, signs, and prodigies,
+     Whereon with fearful eyes they long have gaz'd,
+     Infusing them with dreadful prophecies;              928
+       So she at these sad sighs draws up her breath,
+       And, sighing it again, exclaims on Death.
+
+     'Hard-favour'd tyrant, ugly, meagre, lean,           931
+     Hateful divorce of love,'--thus chides she Death,--
+     'Grim-grinning ghost, earth's worm, what dost thou mean
+     To stifle beauty and to steal his breath,
+       Who when he liv'd, his breath and beauty set
+       Gloss on the rose, smell to the violet?            936
+
+     'If he be dead, O no! it cannot be,
+     Seeing his beauty, thou shouldst strike at it;
+     O yes! it may; thou hast no eyes to see,
+     But hatefully at random dost thou hit.               940
+       Thy mark is feeble age, but thy false dart
+       Mistakes that aim and cleaves an infant's heart.
+
+     'Hadst thou but bid beware, then he had spoke,
+     And, hearing him, thy power had lost his power.      944
+     The Destinies will curse thee for this stroke;
+     They bid thee crop a weed, thou pluck'st a flower.
+       Love's golden arrow at him shoull have fled,
+       And not Death's ebon dart, to strike him dead.     948
+
+     'Dost thou drink tears, that thou provok'st such weeping?
+     What may a heavy groan advantage thee?
+     Why hast thou cast into eternal sleeping
+     Those eyes that taught all other eyes to see?        952
+       Now Nature cares not for thy mortal vigour
+       Since her best work is ruin'd with thy rigour.'
+
+     Here overcome, as one full of despair,
+     She vail'd her eyelids, who, like sluices, stopp'd   956
+     The crystal tide that from her two cheeks fair
+     In the sweet channel of her bosom dropp'd
+       But through the flood-gates breaks the silver rain,
+       And with his strong course opens them again.       960
+
+     O! how her eyes and tears did lend and borrow;
+     Her eyes seen in the tears, tears in her eye;
+     Both crystals, where they view'd each other's sorrow,
+     Sorrow that friendly sighs sought still to dry;      964
+       But like a stormy day, now wind, now rain,
+       Sighs dry her cheeks, tears make them wet again.
+
+     Variable passions throng her constant woe,
+     As striving who should best become her grief;        968
+     All entertain'd, each passion labours so,
+     That every present sorrow seemeth chief,
+     But none is best; then join they all together,
+     Like many clouds consulting for foul weather.        972
+
+     By this, far off she hears some huntsman holloa;
+     A nurse's song no'er pleas'd her babe so well:
+     The dire imagination she did follow
+     This sound of hope doth labour to expel;             976
+       For now reviving joy bids her rejoice,
+       And flatters her it is Adonis' voice.
+
+     Whereat her tears began to turn their tide,
+     Being prison'd in her eye, like pearls in glass;     980
+     Yet sometimes falls an orient drop beside,
+     Which her cheek melts, as scorning it should pass
+       To wash the foul face of the sluttish ground,
+       Who is but drunken when she seemeth drown'd.
+
+     O hard-believing love! how strange it seems          985
+     Not to believe, and yet too credulous;
+     Thy weal and woe are both of them extremes;
+     Despair and hope make thee ridiculous:               988
+       The one doth flatter thee in thoughts unlikely,
+       In likely thoughts the other kills thee quickly.
+
+     Now she unweaves the web that she hath wrought,
+     Adonis lives, and Death is not to blame;             992
+     It was not she that call'd him all to naught,
+     Now she adds honours to his hateful name;
+       She clepes him king of graves, and grave for kings,
+       Imperious supreme of all mortal things.            996
+
+     'No, no,' quoth she, 'sweet Death, I did but jest;
+     Yet pardon me, I felt a kind of fear
+     Whenas I met the boar, that bloody beast,
+     Which knows no pity, but is still severe;           1000
+       Then, gentle shadow,--truth I must confess--
+       I rail'd on thee, fearing my love's decease.
+
+     'Tis not my fault: the boar provok'd my tongue;
+     Be wreak'd on him, invisible commander;             1004
+     'Tis he, foul creature, that hath done thee wrong;
+     I did but act, he 's author of my slander:
+       Grief hath two tongues: and never woman yet,
+       Could rule them both without ten women's wit.'
+
+     Thus hoping that Adonis is alive,                   1009
+     Her rash suspect sile doth extenuate;
+     And that his beauty may the better thrive,
+     With Death she humbly doth insinuate;               1012
+       Tells him of trophies, statues, tombs; and stories
+       His victories, his triumphs, and his glories.
+
+     'O Jove!' quoth she, 'how much a fool was I,
+     To be of such a weak and silly mind                 1016
+     To wail his death who lives and must not die
+     Till mutual overthrow of mortal kind;
+       For he being dead, with him is beauty slain,
+       And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again.        1020
+
+     'Fie, fie, fond love! thou art so full of fear
+     As one with treasure laden, hemm'd with thieves
+     Trifles, unwitnessed with eye or ear,
+     Thy coward heart with false bethinking grieves.'    1024
+       Even at this word she hears a merry horn
+       Whereat she leaps that was but late forlorn.
+
+     As falcon to the lure, away she flies;
+     The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light;    1028
+     And in her haste unfortunately spies
+     The foul boar's conquest on her fair delight;
+       Which seen, her eyes, as murder'd with the view,
+       Like stars asham'd of day, themselves withdrew:
+
+     Or, as the snail, whose tender horns being hit,     1033
+     Shrinks backwards in his shelly cave with pain,
+     And there, all smother'd up, in shade doth sit,
+     Long after fearing to creep forth again;            1036
+       So, at his bloody view, her eyes are fled
+       Into the deep dark cabills of her head;
+
+     Where they resign their office and their light
+     To the disposing of her troubled brain;             1040
+     Who bids them still consort with ugly night,
+     And never wound the heart with looks again;
+       Who, like a king perplexed in his throne,
+       By their suggestion gives a deadly groan,         1044
+
+     Whereat each tributary subject quakes;
+     As when the wind, imprison'd in the ground,
+     Struggling for passage, earth's foundation shakes,
+     Which with cold terror doth men's minds confound.
+       This mutiny each part doth so surprise            1049
+       That from their dark beds once more leap her eyes;
+
+     And, being open'd, threw unwilling light
+     Upon the wide wound that the boar had trench'd
+     In his soft flank; whose wonted lily white          1053
+     With purple tears, that his wound wept, was drench'd:
+       No flower was nigh, no grass, herb, leaf, or weed
+       But stole his blood and seem'd with him to bleed.
+
+     This solemn sympathy poor Venus noteth,             1057
+     Over one shoulder doth she hang her head,
+     Dumbly she passions, franticly she doteth;
+     She thinks he could not die, he is not dead:        1060
+       Her voice is stopp'd, 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,           1065
+     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,         1069
+     And yet,' quoth she, 'behold two Adons dead!
+     My sighs are blown away, my salt tears gone,
+     Mine eyes are turn'd to fire, my heart to lead:     1072
+       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 anything ensuing?          1078
+       The flowers are sweet, their colours fresh and trim;
+       But true-sweet beauty liv'd and died with him.
+
+     'Bonnet nor veil henceforth no creature wear!       1081
+     Nor sun nor wind will ever strive to kiss you:
+     Having no fair to lose, you need not fear;
+     The sun doth scorn you, and the wind doth hiss you:
+       But when Adonis liv'd, sun and sharp air          1085
+       Lurk'd 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;          1088
+     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 walk'd along              1093
+     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;        1096
+       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;         1100
+     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-spouted boar,      1105
+     Whose downward eye still looketh for a grave,
+     Ne'er saw the beauteous livery that he wore;
+     Witness the entertainment that he gave:             1108
+       If he did see his face, why then I know
+       He thought to kiss him, and hath killed him so.
+
+     ''Tis true, 'tis true; thus was Adonis slain:
+     He ran upon the boar with his sharp spear,          1112
+     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
+       Sheath'd unaware the tusk in his soft groin.      1116
+
+     'Had I been tooth'd like him, I must confess,
+     With kissing him I should have kill'd him first;
+     But he is dead, and never did he bless
+     My youth with his; the more am I accurst.'          1120
+       With this she falleth in the place she stood,
+       And stains her face with his congealed blood.
+
+     Sho looks upon his lips, and they are pale;
+     She takes him by the hand, and that is cold;        1124
+     She whispers in his ears a heavy tale,
+     As if they heard the woeful 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            1129
+     A thousand times, and now no more reflect;
+     Their virtue lost, wherein they late excell'd,
+     And every beauty robb'd of his effect:              1132
+       '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:              1136
+     It shall be waited on with jealousy,
+     Find sweet beginning, but unsavoury 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,      1141
+     Bud and be blasted in a breathing-while;
+     The bottom poison, and the top o'erstraw'd
+     With sweets that shall the truest sight beguile:    1144
+       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;        1148
+     The staring ruffian shall it keep in quiet,
+     Pluck down the rich, enrich the poor with treasures;
+       It shall be raging mad, and silly mild,
+       Make the young old, the old become a child.       1152
+
+     '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;         1156
+       Perverse it shall be, where it shows most toward,
+       Put fear to velour, courage to the coward.
+
+     'It shall be cause of war and dire events,
+     And set dissension 'twixt the son and sire;         1160
+     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.'  1164
+
+     By this, the boy that by her side lay kill'd
+     Was melted like a vapour from her sight,
+     And in his blood that on the ground lay spill'd,
+     A purple flower sprung up, chequer'd with white;    1168
+       Resembling well his pale cheeks, and the blood
+       Which in round drops upon their whiteness stood.
+
+     She bows her head, the new-sprung flower to smell,
+     Comparing it to her Adonis' breath;                 1172
+     And says within her bosom it shall dwell,
+     Since he himself is reft from her by death:
+       She drops the stalk, and in the breach appears
+       Green dropping sap, which she compares to tears.
+
+     'Poor flower,' quoth she, 'this was thy father's guise,
+     Sweet issue of a more sweet-smelling sire,
+     For every little grief to wet his eyes:
+     To grow unto himself was his desire,                1180
+       And so 'tis shine; but know, it is as good
+       To wither in my breast as in his blood.
+
+     'Here was thy father's bed, here in my breast;
+     Thou art the next of blood, and 'tis thy right:     1184
+     Lo! in this hollow cradle take thy rest,
+     My throbbing heart shall rock thee day and night:
+       There shall not be one minute in an hour
+       Wherein I will not kiss my sweet love's flower.'
+
+     Thus weary of the world, away she hies,             1189
+     And yokes her silver doves; by whose swift aid
+     Their mistress, mounted, through the empty skies
+     In her light chariot quickly is convey'd;           1192
+       Holding their course to Paphos, where their queen
+       Means to immure herself and not be seen.
+
+
+
+
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+VENUS AND ADONIS
+
+by William Shakespeare
+
+
+
+
+'Villa miretur vulgus; mihi flavus Apollo
+Pocula Castalia plena ministret aqua.'
+
+TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE HENRY WRIOTHESLEY,
+
+EARL OF SOUHAMPTON, AND BARON OF TICHFIELD.
+
+RIGHT HONOURABLE,
+
+I know not how I shall offend in dedicating my unpolished lines
+to your lordship, nor how the world will censure me for choosing
+so strong a prop to support so weak a burthen: only, if your
+honour seem but pleased, I account myself highly praised, and vow
+to take advantage of all idle hours, till I have honoured you
+with some graver labour. But if the first heir of my invention
+prove deformed, I shall be sorry it had so noble a godfather, and
+never after ear so barren a land, for fear it yield me still so
+bad a harvest. I leave it to your honourable survey, and your
+honour to your heart's content; which I wish may always answer
+your own wish and the world's hopeful expectation.
+
+Your honour's in all duty,
+
+WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.
+
+
+
+
+VENUS AND ADONIS
+
+EVEN as the sun with purple-colour'd face
+Had ta'en his last leave of the weeping morn,
+Rose-cheek'd Adonis tried him to the chase;
+Hunting he lov'd, but love he laugh'd to scorn;        4
+  Sick-thoughted Venus makes amain unto him,
+  And like a bold-fac'd suitor 'gins to woo him.
+
+'Thrice fairer than myself,' thus she began,
+'The field's chief flower, sweet above compare,        8
+Stain to all nymphs, more lovely than a man,
+More white and red than doves or roses are;
+  Nature that made thee, with herself at strife,
+  Saith that the world hath ending with thy life.     12
+
+'Vouchsafe, thou wonder, to alight thy steed,
+And rein his proud head to the saddle-bow;
+If thou wilt deign this favour, for thy meed
+A thousand honey secrets shalt thou know:             16
+Here come and sit, where never serpent hisses;
+And being set, I'll smother thee with kisses:
+
+'And yet not cloy thy lips with loath'd satiety,
+But rather famish them amid their plenty,             20
+Making them red and pale with fresh variety;
+Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty:
+  A summer's day will seem an hour but short,
+  Being wasted in such time-beguiling sport.'         24
+
+With this she seizeth on his sweating palm,
+The precedent of pith and livelihood,
+And, trembling in her passion, calls it balm,
+Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good:         28
+  Being so enrag'd, desire doth lend her force
+  Courageously to pluck him from his horse.
+
+Over one arm the lusty courser's rein
+Under her other was the tender boy,                   32
+Who blush'd and pouted in a dull disdain,
+With leaden appetite, unapt to toy;
+  She red and hot as coals of glowing fire
+  He red for shame, but frosty in desire.             36
+
+The studded bridle on a ragged bough
+Nimbly she fastens;--O! how quick is love:--
+The steed is stalled up, and even now
+To tie the rider she begins to prove:                 40
+  Backward she push'd him, as she would be thrust,
+  And govern'd him in strength, though not in lust.
+
+So soon was she along, as he was down,
+Each leaning on their elbows and their hips:          44
+Now doth she stroke his cheek, now doth he frown,
+And 'gins to chide, but soon she stops his lips;
+And kissing speaks, with lustful language broken,
+'If thou wilt chide, thy lips shall never open.'      48
+
+He burns with bashful shame; she with her tears
+Doth quench the maiden burning of his cheeks;
+Then with her windy sighs and golden hairs
+To fan and blow them dry again she seeks:             52
+  He saith she is immodest, blames her miss;
+  What follows more she murders with a kiss.
+
+Even as an empty eagle, sharp by fast,
+Tires with her beak on feathers, flesh and bone,      56
+Shaking her wings, devouring all in haste,
+Till either gorge be stuff'd or prey be gone;
+Even so she kiss'd his brow, his cheek, his chin,
+And where she ends she doth anew begin.               60
+
+Forc'd to content, but never to obey,
+Panting he lies, and breatheth in her face;
+She feedeth on the steam, as on a prey,
+And calls it heavenly moisture, air of grace;         64
+  Wishing her cheeks were gardens full of flowers
+  So they were dewd with such distilling showers.
+
+Look! how a bird lies tangled in a net,
+So fasten'd in her arms Adonis lies;                  68
+Pure shame and aw'd resistance made him fret,
+Which bred more beauty in his angry eyes:
+  Rain added to a river that is rank
+  Perforce will force it overflow the bank.           72
+
+
+Still she entreats, and prettily entreats,
+For to a pretty ear she tunes her tale;
+Still is he sullen, still he lours and frets,
+'Twixt crimson shame and anger ashy-pale;             76
+  Being red she loves him best; and being white,
+  Her best is better'd with a more delight.
+
+Look how he can, she cannot choose but love;
+And by her fair immortal hand she swears,             80
+From his soft bosom never to remove,
+Till he take truce with her contending tears,
+  Which long have rain'd, making her cheeks all wet;
+  And one sweet kiss shall pay this countless debt.
+
+Upon this promise did he raise his chin               85
+Like a dive-dapper peering through a wave,
+Who, being look'd on, ducks as quickly in;
+So offers he to give what she did crave;              88
+  But when her lips were ready for his pay,
+  He winks, and turns his lips another way.
+
+Never did passenger in summer's heat
+More thirst for drink than she for this good turn.    92
+Her help she sees, but help she cannot get;
+She bathes in water, yet her fire must burn:
+  'O! pity,' 'gan she cry, 'flint-hearted boy:
+  'Tis but a kiss I beg; why art thou coy?            96
+
+'I have been woo'd, as I entreat thee now,
+Even by the stern and direful god of war,
+Whose sinewy neck in battle ne'er did bow,
+Who conquers where he comes m every jar;             100
+  Yet hath he been my captive and my slave,
+  And begg'd for that which thou unask'd shalt have.
+
+'Over my altars hath he hung his lance,
+His batter'd shield, his uncontrolled crest,         104
+And for my sake hath learn'd to sport and dance
+To toy, to wanton, dally, smile, and jest;
+  Scorning his churlish drum and ensign red
+  Making my arms his field, his tent my bed.         108
+
+'Thus he that overrul'd I oversway'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.                112
+  O! be not proud, nor brag not of thy might,
+  For mastering her that foil'd the god of fight.
+
+Touch but my lips with those falr lips of thine,--
+Though mine be not so fair, yet are they red,--      116
+The kiss shall be thine own as well as mine:
+What seest thou in the ground? hold up thy head:
+  Look in mine eyeballs, there thy beauty lies;
+  Then why not lips on lips, since eyes in eyes?     120
+
+'Art thou asham'd to kiss? then wink again,
+And I will wink; so shall the day seem night;
+Love keeps his revels where there are but twain;
+Be bold to play, our sport is not in sight:          124
+  These blue-vein'd violets whereon we lean
+  Never can blab, nor know not what we mean.
+
+'The tender spring upon thy tempting lip             127
+Shows thee unripe, yet mayst thou well be tasted:
+Make use of time, let not advantage slip;
+Beauty within itself should not be wasted:
+  Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime
+  Rot and consume themselves in little time.         132
+
+'Were I hard-favour'd, foul, or wrinkled-old,
+Ill-nurtur'd, crooked, churlish, harsh in voice,
+O'erworn, despised, rheumatic, and cold,
+Thick-sighted, barren, lean, and lacking juice,      136
+  Then mightst thou pause, for then I were not for thee;
+  But having no defects, why dost abhor me?
+
+'Thou canst not see one winkle in my brow;           139
+Mine eyes are grey and bright, and quick in turning;
+My beauty as the spring doth yearly grow;
+My flesh is soft and plump, my marrow burning;
+  My smooth moist hand, were it with thy hand felt.
+  Would in thy palm dissolve, or seem to melt.       144
+
+'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:         148
+  Love is a spirit all compact of fire,
+  Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire.
+
+'Witness this primrose bank whereon I lie;           151
+These 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 shouldst think it heavy unto thee?       156
+     
+'Is thine own heart to shine 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 on theft.      160 
+  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 beauty for the use,         164
+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 wast begot; to get it is thy duty.            168
+
+'Upon the earth's increase why shouldst 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;      172
+  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,      176
+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.            180
+
+And now Adonis with a lazy spright,
+And with a heavy, dark, disliking eye,
+His louring brows o'erwhelming his fair sight,
+Like misty vapours when they blot the sky,           184
+  Souring his cheeks, cries, 'Fie! no more of love:
+  The sun doth burn my face; I must remove.'
+
+'Ay me,' quoth Venus, 'young, and so unkind!
+What bare excuses mak'st thou to be gone!            188
+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;           191
+  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 that sun and thee:
+The heat I have from thence doth little harm,
+Thine eye darts forth the fire that burneth me;      196
+  And were I not immortal, life were done
+  Between this heavenly and earthly sun.
+
+'Art thou obdurate, flinty, hard as steel?
+Nay, more than flint, for stone at rain relenteth:   200
+Art thou a woman's son, and canst not feel
+What 'tis to love? how want of love tormenteth?
+  O! had thy mother borne so hard a mind,            203
+  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,         209
+And one for interest if thou wilt have twain.
+
+'Fie! lifeless picture, cold and senseless stone,
+Well-painted idol, image dull and dead,              212
+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.'    216
+
+This said, impatience chokes 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:     220
+  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;            224
+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.             228
+
+'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;
+Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale:        232
+  Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry,
+  Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.
+
+'Within this limit is relief enough,
+Sweet bottom-grass and high delightful plain,        236
+Round rising hillocks, brakes obscure and rough,
+To shelter thee from tempest and from rain:
+  Then be my deer, since I am such a park;           239
+  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;              244
+  Foreknowing well, if there he came to lie,
+  Why, there Love liv'd, and there he could not die.
+
+These lovely caves, these round enchanting pits,
+Open'd their mouths to swallow Venus' liking.        248
+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 in scorn!      252 
+
+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:       256
+  'Pity,' she cries; 'some favour, some remorse!'
+  Away he springs, and hasteth to his horse.
+
+But lo! from forth a copse that neighbours by,
+A breeding jennet, lusty, young, and proud,          260
+Adonis' tramping courier doth espy,
+And forth she rushes, snorts and neighs aloud:
+  The strong-neck'd steed, being tied unto a tree,
+  Breaketh his rein, and to her straight goes he.    264
+
+Imperiously he leaps, he neighs, he bounds,
+And now his woven girths he breaks asunder;
+The bearing earth with his hard hoof he wounds,
+Whose hollow womb resounds like heaven's thunder;
+  The iron bit he crusheth 'tween his teeth,         269
+  Controlling what he was controlled with.
+
+His ears up-prick'd; his braided hanging mane
+Upon his compass'd crest now stand on end;           272
+His nostrils drink the air, and forth again,
+As from a furnace, vapours doth he send:
+  His eye, which scornfully glisters like fire,
+  Shows his hot courage and his high desire.         276
+
+Sometime he trots, as if he told the steps,
+With gentle majesty and modest pride;
+Anon he rears upright, curvets and leaps,
+As who should say, 'Lo! thus my strength is tried;
+  And this I do to captivate the eye                 281
+  Of the fair breeder that is standing by.'
+
+What recketh he his rider's angry stir,
+His flattering 'Holla', or his 'Stand, I say'?       284
+What cares he now for curb or pricking spur?
+For rich caparisons or trapping gay?
+  He sees his love, and nothing else he sees,
+  Nor nothing else with his proud sight agrees.      288
+
+Look, when a painter would 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;             292
+  So did this horse excel a common one,
+  In shape, in courage, colour, pace and bone.
+
+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.             300
+
+Sometimes he scuds far off, and there he stares;
+Anon he starts at stirring of a feather;
+To bid the wind a base he now prepares,
+And whe'r he run or fly they know not whether;       304
+  For through his mane and tail the high wind sings,
+  Fanning the hairs, who wave like feather'd wings.
+
+He looks upon his love, and neighs unto her;
+She answers him as if she knew his mind;             308
+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.      312
+
+Then, like a melancholy malcontent,
+He vails his tail, that, like a falling plume,
+Cool shadow to his melting buttock lent:
+He stamps, and bites the poor flies in his fume.     316
+  His love, perceiving how he is enrag'd,
+  Grew kinder, and his fury was assuag'd.
+
+His testy master goeth about to take him;
+When lo! the unback'd breeder, full of fear,         320
+Jealous of catching, swiftly doth forsake him,
+With her the horse, and left Adonis there:
+  As they were mad, unto the wood they hie them,
+  Outstripping crows that strive to overfly them.    324
+
+All swoln with chafing, down Adonis sits,
+Banning his boisterous and unruly beast:
+And now the happy season once more fits,
+That love-sick Love by pleading may be blest;        328
+  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 stay'd,
+Burneth more hotly, swelleth with more rage:         332
+So of concealed sorrow may be said;
+Free vent of words love's fire doth assuage;
+  But when the heart's attorney once is mute
+  The client breaks, as desperate in his suit.       336
+
+He sees her coming, and begins to glow,--       
+Even as a dying coal revives with wind,--
+And with his bonnet hides his angry brow;
+Looks on the dull earth with disturbed mind,         340
+  Taking no notice that she is so nigh,           
+  For all askance he holds her in his eye.
+
+O! what a sight it was, wistly to view
+How she came stealing to the wayward boy;            344
+To note the fighting conflict of her hue,
+How white and red each other did destroy:
+  But now her cheek was pale, and by and by
+  It flash'd forth fire, as lightning from the sky.  348
+
+Now was she just before him as he sat,
+And like a lowly lover down she kneels;
+With one fair hand she heaveth up his hat,
+Her other tender hand his fair cheek feels:          352
+  His tenderer cheek receives her soft hand's print,
+  As apt as new-fall'n snow takes any dint.
+
+O! what a war of looks was then between them;
+Her eyes petitioners to his eyes suing;              356
+His eyes saw her eyes as they had not seen them;
+Her eyes woo'd still, his eyes disdain'd the wooing:
+  And all this dumb play had his acts made plain
+  With tears, which, chorus-like, her eyes did rain.
+
+Full gently now she takes him by the hand,           361 
+A lily prison'd in a gaol of snow,
+Or ivory in an alabaster band;
+So white a friend engirts so white a foe:            364
+  This beauteous combat, wilful and unwilling,
+  Show'd like two silver doves that sit a-billing.
+
+Once more the engine of her thoughts began:
+'O fairest mover on this mortal round,               368
+Would thou wert as I am, and I a man,
+My heart all whole as thine, thy heart my wound;
+  For one sweet look thy help I would assure thee,
+  Though nothing but my body's bane would cure thee.'
+
+'Give me my hand,' saith he, 'why dost thou feel it?'
+'Give me my heart,' saith she, 'and thou shalt have it;
+O! give it me, lest thy hard heart do steel it,
+And being steel'd, soft sighs can never grave it:    376
+  Then love's deep groans I never shall regard,
+  Because Adonis' heart hath made mine hard.'
+
+'For shame,' he cries, 'let go, and let me go;
+My day's delight is past, my horse is gone,          380
+And 'tis your fault I am bereft him so:
+I pray you hence, and leave me here alone:
+  For all my mind, my thought, my busy care,
+  Is how to get my palfrey from the mare.'           384
+
+Thus she replies: 'Thy palfrey, as he should,
+Welcomes the warm approach of sweet desire:
+Affection is a coal that must be cool'd;
+Else, suffer'd, it will set the heart on fire:       388
+  The sea hath bounds, but deep desire hath none;
+  Therefore no marvel though thy horse be gone.
+
+'How like a Jade he stood, tied to the tree,
+Servilely master'd with a leathern rein!             392
+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,
+  Enfranchising his mouth, his back, his breast.     396
+
+'Who sees his true-love in her naked bed,
+Teaching the sheets a whiter hue than white,
+But, when his glutton eye so full hath fed,
+His other agents aim at like delight?                400
+  Who is so faint, that dare not bo 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,           404
+To take advantage on presented joy
+Though I were dumb, yet his proceedings teach thee.
+  O learn to love, the lesson is but plain,
+  And once made perfect, never lost again.           408
+
+'I know not love,' quoth he, 'nor will not know it,
+Unless it be a boar, and then I chase it;
+'Tis much to borrow, and I will not owe it;
+My love to love is love but to disgrace it;          412
+  For I have heard it is a life in death,
+  That laughs and weeps, and all but with a breath.
+
+'Who wears a garment shapeless and unfinish'd?
+Who plucks the bud before one leaf put forth?        416
+If springing things be any jot diminish'd,
+They wither in their prime, prove nothing worth;
+  The colt that's back'd and burden'd being young
+  Loseth his pride, and never waxeth strong.         420
+
+'You hurt my hand with wringing Iet us part,
+And leave this idle theme, this bootless chat:
+Remove your siege from my unyielding heart;
+To love's alarms it will not ope the gate:           424
+  Dismiss your vows, your feigned tears, your flattery;
+  For where a heart is hard they make no battery.'
+
+'What! canst thou talk?' quoth she, 'hast thou a tongue?
+O! would thou hadst not, or I had no hearing;        428
+Thy mermaid's voice hath done me double wrong;
+I had my load before, now press'd with bearing:
+  Melodious discord, heavenly tune, harsh-sounding,
+  Ear's deep-sweet music, and heart's deep-sore wounding.
+
+'Had I no eyes but ears, my ears would love          433
+That inward beauty and invisible;
+Or were I deaf, thy outward parts would move
+Each part in me that were but sensible:              436
+  Though neither eyes nor ears, to hear nor see,
+  Yet should I be in love by touching thee.
+
+'Say, that the sense of feeling were bereft me,
+And that I could not see, nor hear, nor touch,       440
+And nothing but the very smell were left me,
+Yet would my love to thee be still as much;
+  For from the stillitory of thy face excelling
+  Comes breath perfum'd that breedeth love by smelling.
+
+'But O! what banquet wert thou to the taste,         445
+Being nurse and feeder of the other four;
+Would they not wish the feast might ever last,
+And bid Suspicion double-lock the door,
+  Lest Jealousy, that sour unwelcome guest,
+  Should, by his stealing in, disturb the feast?'    448
+
+Once more the ruby-colour'd portal open'd,
+Which to his speech did honey passage yield,         452
+Like a red morn, that ever yet betoken'd
+Wrack to the seaman, tempest to the field,
+  Sorrow to shepherds, woe unto the birds,
+  Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds.      456
+
+This ill presage advisedly she marketh:
+Even as the wind is hush'd before it raineth,
+Or as the wolf doth grin before he barketh,
+Or as the berry breaks before it staineth,           460
+  Or like the deadly bullet of a gun,
+  His meaning struck her ere his words begun.
+
+And at his look she flatly falleth down
+For looks kill love, and love by looks reviveth;     464
+A smile recures the wounding of a frown;
+But blessed bankrupt, that by love so thriveth!
+  The silly boy, believing she is dead
+  Claps her pale cheek, till clapping makes it red;  468
+
+And all amaz'd brake off his late intent,
+For sharply he did think to reprehend her,
+Which cunning love did wittily prevent:              
+Fair fall the wit that can so well defend her!       472
+  For on the grass she lies as she were slain
+  Till his breath breatheth life in her again.
+
+He wrings her nose, he strikes her on the cheeks,
+He bends her fingers, holds her pulses hard,         476
+He chafes her lips; a thousand ways he seeks
+To mend the hurt that his unkindness marr'd:
+  He kisses her; and she, by her good will,
+  Will never rise, so he will kiss her still.        480
+
+The night of sorrow now is turn'd to day:
+Her two blue windows faintly she up-heaveth,
+Like the fair sun, when in his fresh array
+He cheers the morn, and all the world relieveth:     484
+  And as the bright sun glorifies the sky,
+  So is her face illumin'd with her eye;
+
+Whose beams upon his hairless face are fix'd,
+As if from thence they borrow'd all their shine.     488
+Were never four such lamps together mix'd,
+Had not his clouded with his brow's repine;
+  But hers, which through the crystal tears gave light
+  Shone like the moon in water seen by night.        492
+
+'O! where am I?' quoth she, 'in earth or heaven,
+Or in the ocean drench'd, or in the fire?
+What hour is this? or morn or weary even?
+Do I delight to die, or life desire?                 496
+  But now I liv'd, and life was death's annoy;
+  But now I died, and death was lively joy.
+
+'O! thou didst kill me; kill me once again:
+Thy eyes' shrewd tutor, that hard heart of thine,    500
+Hath taught them scornful tricks, and such disdain,
+That they have murder'd this poor heart of mine;
+  And these mine eyes, true leaders to their queen,
+  But for thy piteous lips no more had seen.         504
+
+'Long may they kiss each other for this cure!
+O! never let their crimson liveries wear;
+And as they last, their verdure still endure,
+To drive infection from the dangerous year:          508
+  That the star-gazers, having writ on death,
+  May say, the plague is banish'd by thy breath.
+
+'Pure lips, sweet seals in my soft lips imprinted,
+What bargains may I make, still to be sealing?       512
+To sell myself I can be well contented,
+So thou wilt buy and pay and use good dealing;
+  Which purchase if thou make, for fear of slips
+  Set thy seal-manual on my wax-red lips.            516
+
+'A thousand kisses buys my heart from me;
+And pay them at thy leisure, one by one.
+What is ten hundred touches unto thee?
+Are they not quickly told and quickly gone?          520
+  Say, for non-payment that the debt should double,
+  Is twenty hundred kisses such a trouble?'
+
+'Fair queen,' quoth he, 'if any love you owe me,
+Measure my strangeness with my unripe years:         524 
+Before I know myself, seek not to know me;
+No fisher but the ungrown fry forbears:
+  The mellow plum doth fall, the green sticks fast,
+  Or being early pluck'd is sour to taste.           528
+
+'Look! the world's comforter, with weary gait
+His day's hot task hath ended in the west;
+The owl, night's herald, shrieks, 'tis very late;
+The sheep are gone to fold, birds to their nest,     532
+  And coal-black clouds that shadow heaven's light
+  Do summon us to part, and bid good night.
+
+'Now let me say good night, and so say you;
+If you will say so, you shall have a kiss.'          536
+'Good night,' quoth she; and ere he says adieu,
+The honey fee of parting tender'd is:
+  Her arms do lend his neck a sweet embrace;
+  Incorporate then they seem, face grows to face.    540
+
+Till, breathless, he disjoin'd, and backward drew
+The heavenly moisture, that sweet coral mouth,
+Whose precious taste her thirsty lips well knew,
+Whereon they surfeit, yet complain on drouth:        544
+  He with her plenty press'd, she faint with dearth,
+  Their lips together glu'd, fall to the earth.
+
+Now quick desire hath caught the yielding prey,
+And glutton-like she feeds, yet never filleth;       548
+Her lips are conquerors, his lips obey,
+Paying what ransom the insulter willeth;
+  Whose vulture thought doth pitch the price so high,
+  That she will draw his lips' rich treasure dry.    552
+
+And having felt the sweetness of the spoil,
+With blindfold fury she begins to forage;
+Her face doth reek and smoke, her blood doth boil,
+And careless lust stirs up a desperate courage;      556
+  Planting oblivion, beating reason back,
+  Forgetting shame's pure blush and honour's wrack.
+
+Hot, faint, and weary, with her hard embracing,
+Like a wild bird being tam'd with too much handling,
+Or as the fleet-foot roe that's tir'd with chasing,  561
+Or like the froward infant still'd with dandling,
+  He now obeys, and now no more resisteth,
+  While she takes all she can, not all she listeth.  564
+
+What wax so frozen but dissolves with tempering,
+And yields at last to every light impression?
+Things out of hope are compass'd oft with venturing,
+Chiefly in love, whose leave exceeds commission:     568
+  Affection faints not like a pale-fac'd coward,
+  But then woos best when most his choice is froward.
+
+When he did frown, O! had she then gave over,
+Such nectar from his lips she had not suck'd.        572
+Foul words and frowns must not repel a lover;
+What though the rose have prickles, yet 'tis pluck'd:
+  Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast,
+  Yet love breaks through and picks them all at last.
+
+For pity now she can no more detain him;             577
+The poor fool prays her that he may depart:
+She is resolv'd no longer to restrain him,
+Bids him farewell, and look well to her heart,       580
+  The which, by Cupid's bow she doth protest,
+  He carries thence incaged in his breast.
+
+'Sweet boy,' she says, 'this night I'll waste in sorrow,
+For my sick heart commands mine eyes to watch.       584
+Tell me, Love's master, shall we meet to-morrow
+Say, shall we? shall we? wilt thou make the match?'
+  He tells her, no; to-morrow he intends
+  To hunt the boar with certain of his friends.      588
+
+'The boar!' quoth she; whereat a sudden pale,
+Like lawn being spread upon the blushing rose,
+Usurps her cheeks, she trembles at his tale,
+And on his neck her yoking arms she throws:          592
+  She sinketh down, still hanging by his neck,
+  He on her belly falls, she on her back.
+
+Now is she in the very lists of love,
+Her champion mounted for the hot encounter:          596
+All is imaginary she doth prove,
+He will not manage her, although he mount her;
+  That worse than Tantalus' is her annoy,
+  To clip Elysium and to lack her joy.               600
+
+Even as poor birds, deceiv'd with painted grapes,
+Do surfeit by the eye and pine the maw,
+Even so she languisheth in her mishaps,
+As those poor birds that helpless berries saw.       604
+  The warm effects which she in him finds missing,
+  She seeks to kindle with continual kissing.
+
+But all in vain, good queen, it will not be:
+She hath assay'd as much as may be prov'd;           608
+Her pleading hath deserv'd a greater fee;       
+She's Love, she loves, and yet she is not lov'd.
+  'Fie, fie!' he says, 'you crush me; let me go;
+  You have no reason to withhold me so.'             612
+
+'Thou hadst been gone,' quoth she, 'sweet boy, ere this,
+But that thou told'st me thou wouldst hunt the boar.
+O! be advis'd; thou know'st not what it is
+With javelin's point a churlish swine to gore,       616
+  Whose tushes never sheath'd he whetteth still,
+  Like to a mortal butcher, bent to kill.
+
+'On his bow-back he hath a battle set
+Of bristly pikes, that ever threat his foes;         620
+His eyes like glow-worms shine when he doth fret;
+His snout digs sepulchres where'er he goes;
+  Being mov'd, he strikes whate'er is in his way,
+  And whom he strikes his crooked tushes slay.       624
+
+'His brawny sides, with hairy bristles arm'd,
+Are better proof than thy spear's point can enter;
+His short thick neck cannot be easily harm'd;
+Being ireful, on the lion he will venture:           628
+  The thorny brambles and embracing bushes,
+  As fearful of him, part, through whom he rushes.
+
+'Alas! he nought esteems that face of thine,
+To which Love's eyes pay tributary gazes;            632
+Nor thy soft hands, sweet lips, and crystal eyne,
+Whose full perfection all the world amazes;
+  But having thee at vantage, wondrous dread!
+  Would root these beauties as he roots the mead.
+
+'O! let him keep his loathsome cabin still;          637
+Beauty hath nought to do with such foul fiends:
+Come not within his danger by thy will;
+They that thrive well take counsel of their friends.
+  When thou didst name the boar, not to dissemble,
+  I fear'd thy fortune, and my joints did tremble.
+
+'Didst thou not mark my face? was it not white?
+Saw'st thou not signs of fear lurk in mine eye?      644
+Grew I not faint? And fell I not downright?
+Within my bosom, whereon thou dost lie,
+  My boding heart pants, beats, and takes no rest,
+  But, like an earthquake, shakes thee on my breast.
+
+'For where Love reigns, disturbing Jealousy          649
+Doth call himself Affection's sentinel;
+Gives false alarms, suggesteth mutiny,
+And in a peaceful hour doth cry "Kill, kill!"        652
+  Distempering gentle Love in his desire,
+  As air and water do abate the fire.
+
+'This sour informer, this bate-breeding spy,
+This canker that eats up Love's tender spring,       656
+This carry-tale, dissentious Jealousy,
+That sometime true news, sometime false doth bring,
+  Knocks at my heart, and whispers in mine ear
+  That if I love thee, I thy death should fear:      660
+
+'And more than so, presenteth to mine eye
+The picture of an angry-chafing boar,
+Under whose sharp fangs on his back doth lie
+An image like thyself, all stain'd with gore;        664
+  Whose blood upon the fresh flowers being shed
+  Doth make them droop with grief and hang the head.
+
+'What should I do, seeing thee so indeed,
+That tremble at the imagination?                     668
+The thought of it doth make my faint heart bleed,
+And fear doth teach it divination:
+  I prophesy thy death, my living sorrow,
+  If thou encounter with the boar to-morrow.         672
+
+'But if thou needs wilt hunt, be rul'd by me;
+Uncouple at the timorous flying hare,
+Or at the fox which lives by subtilty,
+Or at the roe which no encounter dare:               676
+  Pursue these fearful creatures o'er the downs,
+  And on thy well-breath'd horse keep with thy hound.
+
+'And when thou hast on foot the purblind hare,
+Mark the poor wretch, to overshoot his troubles      680
+How he outruns the winds, and with what care
+He cranks and crosses with a thousand doubles:
+  The many musits through the which he goes
+  Are like a labyrinth to amaze his foes.            684
+
+'Sometime he runs among a flock of sheep,
+To make the cunning hounds mistake their smell,
+And sometime where earth-delving conies keep,
+To stop the loud pursuers in their yell,             688
+  And sometime sorteth with a herd of deer;
+  Danger deviseth shifts, wit waits on fear:
+
+'For there his smell with others being mingled,      691
+The hot scent-snuffing hounds are driven to doubt,
+Ceasing their clamorous cry till they have singled
+With much ado the cold fault cleanly out;
+  Then do they spend their mouths: Echo replies,
+  As if another chase were in the skies.             696
+
+'By this, poor Wat, far off upon a hill,
+Stands on his hinder legs with listening ear,
+To hearken if his foes pursue him still:
+Anon their loud alarums he doth hear;                700
+And now his grief may be compared well
+To one sore sick that hears the passing bell.
+
+'Then shalt thou see the dew-bedabbled wretch
+Turn, and return, indenting with the way;            704
+Each envious briar his weary legs doth scratch,
+Each shadow makes him stop, each murmur stay:
+  For misery is trodden on by many,
+  And being low never reliev'd by any.               708
+
+'Lie quietly, and hear a little more;
+Nay, do not struggle, for thou shalt not rise:
+To make thee hate the hunting of the boar,
+Unlike myself thou hear'st me moralize,              712
+  Applying this to that, and so to so;
+  For love can comment upon every woe.
+
+'Where did I leave?' 'No matter where,' quoth he
+'Leave me, and then the story aptly ends:            716
+The night is spent,' 'Why, what of that?' quoth she.
+'I am,' quoth he, 'expected of my friends;
+  And now 'tis dark, and going I shall fall.'
+  'In night,' quoth she, 'desire sees best of all.'  720
+
+But if thou fall, O! then imagine this,
+The earth, in love with thee, thy footing trips,
+And all is but to rob thee of a kiss.                723
+Rich preys make true men thieves; so do thy lips
+  Make modest Dian cloudy and forlorn,
+  Lest she should steal a kiss and die forsworn.
+
+'Now of this dark night I perceive the reason:       
+Cynthia for shame obscures her silver shine          728
+Till forging Nature be condemn'd of treason,
+For stealing moulds from heaven that were divine;
+  Wherein she fram'd thee in high heaven's despite,
+  To shame the sun by day and her by night.          732
+
+'And therefore hath she brib'd the Destinies,
+To cross the curious workmanship of nature
+To mingle beauty with infirmities,
+And pure perfection with impure defeature;           736
+  Making it subject to the tyranny
+  Of mad mischances and much misery;
+
+'As burning fevers, agues pale and faint,
+Life-poisoning pestilence and frenzies wood,         740
+The marrow-eating sickness, whose attains
+Disorder breeds by heating of the blood;
+  Surfeits, imposthumes, grief, and damn'd despair,
+  Swear nature's death for framing thee so fair.     744
+
+'And not the least of all these maladies
+But in one minute's fight brings beauty under:
+Both favour, savour hue, and qualities,
+Whereat the impartial gazer late did wonder,         748
+  Are on the sudden wasted, thaw'd and done,
+  As mountain-snow melts with the mid-day sun.
+
+'Therefore, despite of fruitless chastity,
+Love-lacking vestals and self-loving nuns,           752
+That on the earth would breed a scarcity
+And barren dearth of daughters and of sons,
+  Be prodigal: the lamp that burns by night
+  Dries up his oil to lend the world his light.      756
+
+'What is thy body but a swallowing grave,
+Seeming to bury that posterity
+Which by the rights of time thou needs must have,
+If thou destroy them not in dark obscurity?          760
+  If so, the world will hold thee in disdain,
+  Sith in thy pride so fair a hope is slain.
+
+
+'So in thyself thyself art made away;
+A mischief worse than civil home-bred strife,        764
+Or theirs whose desperate hands themselves do slay,
+Or butcher-sire that reeves his son of life.
+  Foul-cankering rust the hidden treasure frets,
+  But gold that's put to use more gold begets.'      768
+
+'Nay then,' quoth Adon, 'you will fall again
+Into your idle over-handled theme;
+The kiss I gave you is bestow'd in vain,
+And all in vain you strive against the stream;       772
+  For by this black-fac'd night, desire's foul nurse,
+  Your treatise makes me like you worse and worse.
+
+'If love have lent you twenty thousand tongues,
+And every tongue more moving than your own,          776
+Bewitching like the wanton mermaid's songs,
+Yet from mine ear the tempting tune is blown;
+  For know, my heart stands armed in mine ear,
+  And will not let a false sound enter there;        780
+
+'Lest the deceiving harmony should run
+Into the quiet closure of my breast;
+And then my little heart were quite undone,
+In his bedchamber to be barr'd of rest.              784
+  No, lady, no; my heart longs not to groan,
+  But soundly sleeps, while now it sleeps alone.
+
+'What have you urg'd that I cannot reprove?          
+The path is smooth that leadeth on to danger;        790
+I hate not love, but your device in love
+That lends embracements unto every stranger.
+  You do it for increase: O strange excuse!
+  When reason is the bawd to lust's abuse.           792
+
+'Call it not, love, for Love to heaven is fled,
+Since sweating Lust on earth usurp'd his name;
+Under whose simple semblance he hath fed
+Upon fresh beauty, blotting it with blame;           796
+  Which the hot tyrant stains and soon bereaves,
+  As caterpillars do the tender leaves.
+
+'Love comforteth like sunshine after rain,
+But Lust's effect is tempest after sun;              800
+Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain,
+Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done.
+  Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies;
+  Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies.       804
+
+'More I could tell, but more I dare not say;
+The text is old, the orator too green.
+Therefore, in sadness, now I will away;
+My face is full of shame, my heart of teen:          808
+  Mine ears, that to your wanton talk attended
+  Do burn themselves for having so offended.'
+
+With this he breaketh from the sweet embrace         811
+Of those fair arms which bound him to her breast,
+And homeward through the dark laund runs apace;      
+Leaves Love upon her back deeply distress'd.
+  Look, how a bright star shooteth from the sky
+  So glides he in the night from Venus' eye;         816
+
+Which after him she darts, as one on shore
+Gazing upon a late-embarked friend,
+Till the wild waves will have him seen no more,
+Whose ridges with the meeting clouds contend:        820
+  So did the merciless and pitchy night
+  Fold in the object that did feed her sight.
+
+Whereat amaz'd, as one that unaware
+Hath dropp'd a precious jewel in the flood,          824
+Or 'stonish'd as night-wanderers often are,
+Their light blown out in some mistrustful wood;
+  Even so confounded in the dark she lay,
+  Having lost the fair discovery of her way.         828
+
+And now she beats her heart, whereat it groans,
+That all the neighbour caves, as seeming troubled,
+Make verbal repetition of her moans;
+Passion on passion deeply is redoubled:              832
+  'Ay me!' she cries, and twenty times, 'Woe, woe!'
+  And twenty echoes twenty times cry so.
+
+She marking them, begins a wailing note,
+And sings extemporally a woeful ditty;               836
+How love makes young men thrall and old men dote;
+How love is wise in folly foolish-witty:
+  Her heavy anthem stili concludes in woe,
+  And still the choir of echoes answer so.           840
+
+Her song was tedious, and outwore the night,
+For lovers' hours are long, though seeming short:
+If pleas'd themselves, others, they think, delight
+In such like circumstance, with such like sport:     844
+  Their copious stories, oftentimes begun,
+  End without audience, and are never done.
+
+For who hath she to spend the night withal,
+But idle sounds resembling parasites;                848
+Like shrill-tongu'd tapsters answering every call,
+Soothing the humour of fantastic wits?
+  She says, "Tis so:' they answer all, "Tis so;'
+  And would say after her, if she said 'No'.         852
+       
+Lo! here the gentle lark, weary of rest,
+From his moist cabinet mounts up on high,
+And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast
+The sun ariseth in his majesty;                      856
+  Who doth the world so gloriously behold,
+  That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold.
+
+Venus salutes him with this fair good morrow:
+'O thou clear god, and patron of all light,          860
+From whom each lamp and shining star doth borrow
+The beauteous influence that makes him bright,
+  There lives a son that suck'd an earthly mother,
+  May lend thee light, as thou dost lend to other'
+
+This said, she hasteth to a myrtle grove,            865
+Musing the morning is so much o'erworn,
+And yet she hears no tidings of her love;
+She hearkens for his hounds and for his horn:        868
+  Anon she hears them chant it lustily,
+  And all in haste she coasteth to the cry.
+
+And as she runs, the bushes in the way
+Some catch her by the neck, some kiss her face,      872
+Some twine about her thigh to make her stay:
+She wildly breaketh from their strict embrace,
+  Like a milch doe, whose swelling dugs do ache,
+  Hasting to feed her fawn hid in some brake.        876
+
+By this she hears the hounds are at a bay;
+Whereat she starts, like one that spies an adder
+Wreath'd up in fatal folds just in his way,
+The fear whereof doth make him shake and shudder;
+  Even so the timorous yelping of the hounds         881
+  Appals her senses, and her spirit confounds.
+
+For now she knows it is no gentle chase,
+But the blunt boar, rough bear, or lion proud,       884
+Because the cry remaineth in one place,
+Wilere fearfully the dogs exclaim aloud:
+  Finding their enemy to be so curst,
+  They all strain courtesy who shall cope him first.
+
+This dismal cry rings sadly in her ear,              889
+Througll which it enters to surprise her heart;
+Who, overcome by doubt and bloodless fear,
+With cold-pale weakness numbs each feeling part;
+  Like soldiers, when their captain once doth yield,
+  They basely fly and dare not stay the field.
+
+Thus stands she in a trembling ecstasy,
+Till, cheering up her senses sore dismay'd,          896
+She tells them 'tis a causeless fantasy,
+And childish error, that they are afraid;
+  Bids them leave quaking, bids them fear no more:
+  And with that word she spied the hunted boar;
+
+Whose frothy mouth bepainted all with red,           901
+Like milk and blood being mingled both together,
+A second fear through all her sinews spread,
+Which madly hurries her she knows not whither:       904
+  This way she runs, and now she will no further,
+  But back retires to rate the boar for murther.
+
+A thousand spleens bear her a thousand ways,
+She treads the path that she untreads again;         908
+Her more than haste is mated with delays,
+Like the proceedings of a drunken brain,
+  Full of respects, yet nought at all respecting,
+  In hand with all things, nought at all effecting.
+
+Here kennel'd in a brake she finds a hound,          9l3
+And asks the weary caitiff for his master,
+And there another licking of his wound,
+Gainst venom'd sores the only sovereign plaster;     916
+  And here she meets another sadly scowling,
+  To whom she speaks, and he replies with howling.
+
+When he hath ceas'd his ill-resounding noise,
+Another flap-mouth'd mourner, black and grim,        920
+Against the welkin volleys out his voice;
+Another and another answer him,
+  Clapping their proud tails to the ground below,
+  Shaking their scratch'd ears, bleeding as they go.
+
+Look, how the world's poor people are amaz'd         925
+At apparitions, signs, and prodigies,
+Whereon with fearful eyes they long have gaz'd,
+Infusing them with dreadful prophecies;              928
+  So she at these sad sighs draws up her breath,
+  And, sighing it again, exclaims on Death.
+
+'Hard-favour'd tyrant, ugly, meagre, lean,           931
+Hateful divorce of love,'--thus chides she Death,--
+'Grim-grinning ghost, earth's worm, what dost thou mean
+To stifle beauty and to steal his breath,
+  Who when he liv'd, his breath and beauty set
+  Gloss on the rose, smell to the violet?            936
+
+'If he be dead, O no! it cannot be,
+Seeing his beauty, thou shouldst strike at it;
+O yes! it may; thou hast no eyes to see,
+But hatefully at random dost thou hit.               940
+  Thy mark is feeble age, but thy false dart
+  Mistakes that aim and cleaves an infant's heart.
+
+'Hadst thou but bid beware, then he had spoke,
+And, hearing him, thy power had lost his power.      944
+The Destinies will curse thee for this stroke;
+They bid thee crop a weed, thou pluck'st a flower.
+  Love's golden arrow at him shoull have fled,
+  And not Death's ebon dart, to strike him dead.     948
+
+'Dost thou drink tears, that thou provok'st such weeping?
+What may a heavy groan advantage thee?
+Why hast thou cast into eternal sleeping
+Those eyes that taught all other eyes to see?        952
+  Now Nature cares not for thy mortal vigour
+  Since her best work is ruin'd with thy rigour.'
+
+Here overcome, as one full of despair,
+She vail'd her eyelids, who, like sluices, stopp'd   956
+The crystal tide that from her two cheeks fair
+In the sweet channel of her bosom dropp'd
+  But through the flood-gates breaks the silver rain,
+  And with his strong course opens them again.       960
+
+O! how her eyes and tears did lend and borrow;
+Her eyes seen in the tears, tears in her eye;
+Both crystals, where they view'd each other's sorrow,
+Sorrow that friendly sighs sought still to dry;      964
+  But like a stormy day, now wind, now rain,
+  Sighs dry her cheeks, tears make them wet again.
+
+Variable passions throng her constant woe,
+As striving who should best become her grief;        968
+All entertain'd, each passion labours so,
+That every present sorrow seemeth chief,
+But none is best; then join they all together,
+Like many clouds consulting for foul weather.        972
+
+By this, far off she hears some huntsman holloa;
+A nurse's song no'er pleas'd her babe so well:
+The dire imagination she did follow
+This sound of hope doth labour to expel;             976
+  For now reviving joy bids her rejoice,
+  And flatters her it is Adonis' voice.
+
+Whereat her tears began to turn their tide,
+Being prison'd in her eye, like pearls in glass;     980
+Yet sometimes falls an orient drop beside,
+Which her cheek melts, as scorning it should pass
+  To wash the foul face of the sluttish ground,
+  Who is but drunken when she seemeth drown'd.
+
+O hard-believing love! how strange it seems          985
+Not to believe, and yet too credulous;
+Thy weal and woe are both of them extremes;
+Despair and hope make thee ridiculous:               988
+  The one doth flatter thee in thoughts unlikely,
+  In likely thoughts the other kills thee quickly.
+
+Now she unweaves the web that she hath wrought,
+Adonis lives, and Death is not to blame;             992
+It was not she that call'd him all to naught,
+Now she adds honours to his hateful name;
+  She clepes him king of graves, and grave for kings,
+  Imperious supreme of all mortal things.            996
+
+'No, no,' quoth she, 'sweet Death, I did but jest;
+Yet pardon me, I felt a kind of fear
+Whenas I met the boar, that bloody beast,
+Which knows no pity, but is still severe;           1000
+  Then, gentle shadow,--truth I must confess--
+  I rail'd on thee, fearing my love's decease.
+
+'Tis not my fault: the boar provok'd my tongue;
+Be wreak'd on him, invisible commander;             1004
+'Tis he, foul creature, that hath done thee wrong;
+I did but act, he 's author of my slander:
+  Grief hath two tongues: and never woman yet,
+  Could rule them both without ten women's wit.'
+
+Thus hoping that Adonis is alive,                   1009
+Her rash suspect sile doth extenuate;
+And that his beauty may the better thrive,
+With Death she humbly doth insinuate;               1012
+  Tells him of trophies, statues, tombs; and stories
+  His victories, his triumphs, and his glories.
+
+'O Jove!' quoth she, 'how much a fool was I,
+To be of such a weak and silly mind                 1016
+To wail his death who lives and must not die
+Till mutual overthrow of mortal kind;
+  For he being dead, with him is beauty slain,
+  And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again.        1020
+
+'Fie, fie, fond love! thou art so full of fear
+As one with treasure laden, hemm'd with thieves
+Trifles, unwitnessed with eye or ear,
+Thy coward heart with false bethinking grieves.'    1024
+  Even at this word she hears a merry horn
+  Whereat she leaps that was but late forlorn.
+
+As falcon to the lure, away she flies;
+The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light;    1028
+And in her haste unfortunately spies
+The foul boar's conquest on her fair delight;
+  Which seen, her eyes, as murder'd with the view,
+  Like stars asham'd of day, themselves withdrew:
+
+Or, as the snail, whose tender horns being hit,     1033
+Shrinks backwards in his shelly cave with pain,
+And there, all smother'd up, in shade doth sit,
+Long after fearing to creep forth again;            1036
+  So, at his bloody view, her eyes are fled
+  Into the deep dark cabills of her head;
+
+Where they resign their office and their light       
+To the disposing of her troubled brain;             1040
+Who bids them still consort with ugly night,
+And never wound the heart with looks again;
+  Who, like a king perplexed in his throne,
+  By their suggestion gives a deadly groan,         1044
+
+Whereat each tributary subject quakes;
+As when the wind, imprison'd in the ground,
+Struggling for passage, earth's foundation shakes,
+Which with cold terror doth men's minds confound.
+  This mutiny each part doth so surprise            l049
+  That from their dark beds once more leap her eyes;
+
+And, being open'd, threw unwilling light
+Upon the wide wound that the boar had trench'd
+In his soft flank; whose wonted lily white          1053
+With purple tears, that his wound wept, was drench'd:
+  No flower was nigh, no grass, herb, leaf, or weed
+  But stole his blood and seem'd with him to bleed.
+
+This solemn sympathy poor Venus noteth,             1057
+Over one shoulder doth she hang her head,
+Dumbly she passions, franticly she doteth;
+She thinks he could not die, he is not dead:        1060
+  Her voice is stopp'd, 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,           1065
+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,         1069
+And yet,' quoth she, 'behold two Adons dead!
+My sighs are blown away, my salt tears gone,
+Mine eyes are turn'd to fire, my heart to lead:     1072
+  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 anything ensuing?          1078
+  The flowers are sweet, their colours fresh and trim;
+  But true-sweet beauty liv'd and died with him.
+
+'Bonnet nor veil henceforth no creature wear!       1081
+Nor sun nor wind will ever strive to kiss you:
+Having no fair to lose, you need not fear;
+The sun doth scorn you, and the wind doth hiss you:
+  But when Adonis liv'd, sun and sharp air          1085
+  Lurk'd 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;          1088
+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 walk'd along              1093
+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;        1096
+  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;         1100
+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-spouted boar,      1105
+Whose downward eye still looketh for a grave,
+Ne'er saw the beauteous livery that he wore;
+Witness the entertainment that he gave:             1108
+  If he did see his face, why then I know
+  He thought to kiss him, and hath killed him so.
+
+''Tis true, 'tis true; thus was Adonis slain:
+He ran upon the boar with his sharp spear,          1112
+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
+  Sheath'd unaware the tusk in his soft groin.      1116
+
+'Had I been tooth'd like him, I must confess,
+With kissing him I should have kill'd him first;
+But he is dead, and never did he bless
+My youth with his; the more am I accurst.'          1120
+  With this she falleth in the place she stood,
+  And stains her face with his congealed blood.
+
+Sho looks upon his lips, and they are pale;
+She takes him by the hand, and that is cold;        1124
+She whispers in his ears a heavy tale,
+As if they heard the woeful 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            1129
+A thousand times, and now no more reflect;
+Their virtue lost, wherein they late excell'd,
+And every beauty robb'd of his effect:              1132
+  '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:              1136
+It shall be waited on with jealousy,
+Find sweet beginning, but unsavoury 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,      1141
+Bud and be blastod in a breathing-while;
+The bottom poison, and the top o'erstraw'd
+With sweets that shall the truest sight beguile:    1144
+  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;        1148
+The staring ruffian shall it keep in quiet,
+Pluck down the rich, enrich the poor with treasures;
+  It shall be raging mad, and silly mild,
+  Make the young old, the old become a child.       1152
+
+'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;         1156
+  Perverse it shall be, where it shows most toward,
+  Put fear to velour, courage to the coward.
+
+'It shall be cause of war and dire events,
+And set dissension 'twixt the son and sire;         1160
+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.'  1164
+
+By this, the boy that by her side lay kill'd
+Was melted like a vapour from her sight,
+And in his blood that on the ground lay spill'd,
+A purple flower sprung up, chequer'd with white;    1168
+  Resembling well his pale cheeks, and the blood
+  Which in round drops upon their whiteness stood.
+
+She bows her head, the new-sprung flower to smell,
+Comparing it to her Adonis' breath;                 1172
+And says within her bosom it shall dwell,
+Since he himself is reft from her by death:
+  She drops the stalk, and in the breach appears
+  Green dropping sap, which she compares to tears.
+
+'Poor flower,' quoth she, 'this was thy father's guise,
+Sweet issue of a more sweet-smelling sire,
+For every little grief to wet his eyes:
+To grow unto himself was his desire,                1180
+  And so 'tis shine; but know, it is as good
+  To wither in my breast as in his blood.
+
+'Here was thy father's bed, here in my breast;
+Thou art the next of blood, and 'tis thy right:     1184
+Lo! in this hollow cradle take thy rest,
+My throbbing heart shall rock thee day and night:
+  There shall not be one minute in an hour
+  Wherein I will not kiss my sweet love's flower.'
+
+Thus weary of the world, away she hies,             1189
+And yokes her silver doves; by whose swift aid
+Their mistress, mounted, through the empty skies
+In her light chariot quickly is convey'd;           1192
+  Holding their course to Paphos, where their queen
+  Means to immure herself and not be seen.
+
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+End Project Gutenberg Etext of Venus and Adonis
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