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VENUS and ADONIS.
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O learn to love, the lesson is but plain,
And once made perfect, never lost again.

I know not love (quoth he) nor will I 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;
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 unfinisht?
Who plucks the bud before one leaf put forth?
If springing things be any jot diminisht,
They wither in their prime, prove nothing worth:
The Colt that's backt, and burthen'd being young
Loseth his pride, and never waxeth strong.

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 loves alarm it will not ope the gate.
Dismiss your vows, your fained tears, your flattry;
For where a heart is hard, they make no battry.

What, canst thou talk (quoth she) hast thou a tong,
O would thou had'st not, or I had no hearing,
Thy Mermaids voice hath done me double wrong:
I had my load before, now prest with bearing,
Melodious discord, heavenly tune harsh sounding,
Earths deep sweet musick, and hearts deep sore wounding.

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