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VENUS
AND
ADONIS.
EVen as the Sun with purple coloured Face,
Had ta'n his last Leave of the weeping Morn,
Rose-cheek'd Adonis hied him to the chase:
Hunting he lov'd, but Love he laught to scorn:
Sick-thoughted Venus makes amain unto him,
And like a bold-fac'd Suter 'gins to woo him.
Had ta'n his last Leave of the weeping Morn,
Rose-cheek'd Adonis hied him to the chase:
Hunting he lov'd, but Love he laught to scorn:
Sick-thoughted Venus makes amain unto him,
And like a bold-fac'd Suter 'gins to woo him.
Thrice fairer than my self (thus she began)
The Fields chief Flower, sweet above compare,
Stain to all Nymphs, more lovely than a Man,
More white and red than Doves or Roses are:
Nature that made thee, with her self at Strife,
Saith that the World hath ending with thy Life.
The Fields chief Flower, sweet above compare,
Stain to all Nymphs, more lovely than a Man,
More white and red than Doves or Roses are:
Nature that made thee, with her self at Strife,
Saith that the World hath ending with thy Life.
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 hony Secrets shalt thou know:
And rein his proud Head to the Saddle Bow.
If thou wilt deign this Favour, for thy meed,
A thousand hony Secrets shalt thou know:
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