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So soon was she alons, as he was down, Strong-temper'd steel his stronger strength

Each leaning on their elbows and their hips: obey'd,
Nowdoth she stroke his cheek, nowdoth he frown, Yet was hé servile to my coy disdain.

And 'gins to chide, but soon she stops his lips: 0, be not proud, nor brag not of thy might, And kissingspeaks,withlustful languagebroken, For mastering her that foil'd the god of fight. Ij thou wilt chile, thy lips shall never open. Touch but my lips with those fair lips of thine, He burns with bashfulshame; she with her tears (Though mine be not so fair, yet are they red,)

Dothquench the maiden burning of his cheeks; The kiss shall be thine own as well as mine: Then with her windy sighs, and goldeu hairs, What see'st thou in the ground? hold up thy To fan and blow them dry again she seeks:

head; He saith, she is immodest, blames her 'miss; Look in mine eye-balls, there thy beauty lies. What follows more, she murders with a kiss. Then why not lips on lips, since eyes in eyes? Even as an empty eagle, sharp by fast, Art thou asham'd to kiss? then wink again,

Tireswith her beak ou feathers, fiesh,and bone, And I will wink; so shall the day seem night; Shaking her wings, devouring all in haste, Love keeps his revels where there are but twain;

Till either gorge be stuff'd, or prey be gone; Be bold to play, our sport is not in sight: Even so she kiss'd his brow, his cheek, his chin, These blue-veind violets, whereon we lean, And where she ends, she doth anew begin. Never can blab, nor know not what we mean Fore'd to content, but never to obey, The tender spring upon thy tempting lip

Panting he lies, and breatheth in her face ; Shews thee unripe ; yet may'st thou well be She feedeth on the steam, as on a prey,

tasted ; And calls it heavenly moisture, air of grace; Make use of time, let not advantage slip; Wishing hercheeks were gardens full of flowers, Beauty within itself should not be wasted : So they were dew'd with such distilling showers. Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime, Look how a bird lies tangled in a net,

Rot and consume themselves in little time. So fasten'd in her arms Adonis lies;

Were I hard-favour'd, foul, or wrinkled-old, Pure shame and aw'd resistance made him fret, 111-nurtur'd, crooked, churlish, harsh in voice,

Which bred more beauty in his angry eyes: 0'er-worn, despised, rheumatic and cold, Rain added to a river that is rank,

Thick-sighted, barren, lean, and lacking juice, Perforce will force it overflow the bank. Then might'st thou pause, for then I were not Still she entreats, and prettily entreats,

for thee; For to a pretty ear she tunes her tale; But having no defects, why dost abhor me? Still is he sullen, still he low'rs and frets,

Thou canst not see one wrinkle in my brow "Twixt crimson shame, and anger ashy pale;

Mine eyes are grey, and bright, and quick in Being red, she loves him best; and being white,

turning; Her best is better'd with a more delight.

My beauty as the spring doth yearly grow, Look how he can, she cannot choose but love; My fesh is soft and plump,mymarrow burning:

And by her fair immortal hand she swears, Mysmooth moist hand, were it with thyhand felt, Froin his soft bosom never to remove,

Would in thy palm dissolve, or seem to melt. Till he take truce with her contending tears, Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear, Which long have rain'd, making her cheeks ali

Or, like a fairy, trip upon the green, wet;

Or, like a nymph, with long dishevell'd hair, And one sweet kiss shall pay this countless debt.

Dance on the sands, and yet no footing seen: Upon this promise did he raise his chin, Love is a spirit all compact of fire,

Like a dive-dapper peering through a wave, Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire. Who being look'd on, ducks as quickly in;

Witness this primrose bank whereon I lie; So offers he to give what she did crave; These forceless flowers like sturdy trees supBut when her lips were ready for his pay,

port me;

(sky, He winks, and turns his lips another way, Two strengthless doves will draw me thro the Never did passenger in suinmer's heat, (turn. From morn till night, even where I list to

More thirst for drink than she for this good sport me :
Her help she sees, but help she cannot get; Is love so light, sweet boy, and may it be

She bathes in water, yet her fire must buru: That thou should'st think it heavy unto thee? 0, pity, 'gan she cry, fint-hearted boy;

Is thine own heart to thine own face affected ? 'Tis but a kiss I beg; why art thou coy?

Can thy right hand seize love upon thy left? I have been wood as I entreat thee now, Then woo thyself, be of thyself rejected,

Even by the stern and direful god of war; Steal thine own freedom, and complain on Wliose sinewy neck in battle ne'er did bow, Narcissus, so, himself himself forsool, (theft:

Who conquers where he comes, in every jar; And died to kiss his shadow in the brook. Yet hath be been my captive and my slave, Torches are made to light, jewels to wear, And begg'd for that which thou unask'd shalt

Dainties to taste, fresh beauty for the use ; have.

Herbs for their smell, and sappe plants to bear; Over my altars hath he hung his lance, Things growing to themselves are growth's His batter'd shield, his uncontrolled crest,

abuse:

[beanty, And for iny sake hath learn'd to sport and dance, Seeds spring from seeds, and beauty breedeth

To toy, to wanton, dally, smile, and jest ; Thon wast begot--to get it is thy duty.
Scorning his churlish drum, and ensign red,
Making my arms his field, his tent my bed.

Upon theearth's increasewhyshould'st thou feed,

Unless the earth with thy increase be fed ? Thus he that over-rul'd I overstay'd,

By law of nature thou art bound to breed, (dead; Loading him prisoner in a rod-rose chain : That thine may live, when thou thyself art

say?

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And so, in spite of death, thon dost survive, At this Adenis smiles, as in disdain,
In that thy likeness still is left alive.

That in each cheek appears a pretty dimple : By this, the love-sick queen began to sweat,

Love made those hollows, if himself were slain, For, where they lay, the shadow had forsook

He might be buried in a tomb so simple; And Titan, tired in the mid-day heat, [thein, Fore-knowing well, if there he came to lie,

With burning eye did hotly overlook them; Why there Love liv’d, and there he could not die. Wishing Adonis had his team to guide, These lovely caves, these roundenchanting pits, So he were like him, and by Venus' side. Open'd their months to swallow Venus' liking: And now Adonis, with a lazy spright,

Being mad before, how doth she now for wits? And with a heavy, dark, disliking eye,

Struck dead at first, what needs a second His low'ring brows o'erwhelming his fair siglt poor queen of love, in thine own lav forlorn,

striking? Like misty vapours, when they blot the sky, to love a cheek that smiles at thee in scorn! Souring his cheeks, cries Fie, no more of love; The sun doth burn my face; I must remove. Now which way shall she turn? what shall she Ah me, (quoth Venus,) young, and so unkind ?

(creasing: What bare excuses mak'st thou to be gone!

Her words are done, her woes the more inI'll sigh celestial breath, whose gentle wind

The time is spent, her object will away, Shall cool the heat of this descending sun;

And from her twining arms doth urge reI'll make a shadow for thee of my hairs;

leasing: If they burn too, I'll quench them with my tears. Pity, - (she cries) some favour, -- some The sun that shines from heaven, shines but Away he springs, and hasteth to his horse. warm,

But lo, from forth a copse that neighbours by, And lo, I lie between that sun and thee; A breeding jennet, lusty, young, and proud, The heat I have from thence doth little harm, Adonis' trampling courser doth espy,

Thineeye darts forth the fire that burneth me: And forth she rushes, shorts, and neighs aloud: And were I not immortal, life were done, The strong-neck'd steed, being tied mito a tree, Between this heavenly and earthly sun. Breaketh his rein, and to her straight goes he. Art thou obdurate, flinty, hard as steel, Imperiously he leaps, he neighs, he bounds, Nay more than flint, forstone at rain relenteth?

And now his woven girths he breaks asunder: Art thou a woman's son, and canst not feel

The bearing earth with his hard hoof he wounds, What'tis to love? how want of love tormenteth?

Whose hollow womb resounds like heaven's O, had thy mother borne so hard a mind,

thunder; She had not brought forth thee, but died unkind. The iron bit he crusheth 'tween his teeth, What am I, that thou should'st contemn me this? Controlling what he was controlled with,

Or what great danger dwells upon my suit? His ears up-prick'd; his braided hanging mane
What were thy lips the worse for one poor kiss?
Speak,fair; but speak fairwords,orelse be mute. His nostrils drink the air, and forth again

Upon his compass'd crest now stand on end; Give me one kiss, I'll give it thee again,

As from a furnace, vapours doth he send : And one for interest, if thou wilt have twain.

His eye, which scornfully glisters like fire, Fie, lifeless picture, cold and senseless stone,

Shews his hot courage, and his high desire. Well-painted idol, image, dull and dead, Sometime he trots, as if he told the steps, Statue, contenting but the eye alone,

With gentle majesty, and modest pride; Thing like a man, but of no woman bred ; Anon he rears upright, curvets and leaps, Thou art no roan, though of a man's complexion, As who should say, lo! thus my strength is For men will kiss even by their own direction. And this I do, to captivate the eye (try'd ; Thissaid, impatience chokes herpleadingtongue,

of the fairest breeder that is standing by. And swelling passion doth provoke a pause; What recketh he his rider's angry stir, Red cheeks and fiery eyes blaze fortlı her wrong; His flattering holla, or his Stand, I stay?

Being judge in love,she cannot right her canse: What cares he now for curb, or pricking spur? And now sheweepg,and now she fainwould speak, For rich caparisons, or trapping gay? And now her sobs do her intendments break. He sees his love, and nothing else he sees, Sometimes she shakes her head, and then his For nothing else with his proud sight agrees hand,

Look, when a painter would surpass the life, Now gazeth she on him, now on the ground; In limning out a well-proportion'd steed, Sometimes her arms infold him like a band;

His art with nature's workmanship at strite, She would, he will not in her arms be bound:

As if the dead the living should exceed; And when from thence he struggles to be gone, So did this horse excel a common one, She locks her lily fingers, one in one.

In shape, in courage, colour, pace, and bone. Fondling, she saith, since I have hemm'd thee Round-hoofd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and Within the circuit of this ivory pale, (here,

long,

(wide, I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer; Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril

Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale: High crest, short ears, strait legs, and passing Graze on my lips; and, if those hills be dry, strong

[hideStray lower, where the pleasant fourtains lie. Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender Within this limit is relief enough,

Look what a horse should have, he did not lack, Sweet bottom-grass, and high delightful plain, Save a proud rider on so proud a back. Round rising hillocks,brakes,obscure and rough, Sometime he scuds far off, and there he stares ;

To shelter thee from tempest and from rain; Anon he starts at stirring of a feather; Then be my deer, since I am such a park; To bid the wind a base he now prepares, No dog shallrouze thee, though a thousand bark, And whe'r he run,orfly,they know notwhether

For through his mane and tail the high wind | For one sweet look thy help, I would assure sings, (wings. thee.

(thee, Fanning the hairs, who wave like feather's Though nothing but my body's bane would cure He looks upon his love, and neighs unto her;

Give me my hand, saith he, why dost thou feel

it? She answers him, as if she knew his mind :

[have it; Being proud, as females are, to see him woo her,

Give me my heart, saith she, and thou shalt She puts on outward strangeness, seems un- o give it me, lest thy hard heart do steel it, kind;

And being steeld, soft sighs can never grave Spurns at his love, and scorns the heat he feels, Then love's deep groans I never shall regard, [it: Beating his kind embracements with her heels. Because Adonis' heart hath made mine hard.

For shame, he cries, let go, and let me go; Then, like a melancholy malecontent, He vails his tail, that, like a falling plume

My day's delight is past, my horse is gone,

And 'tis your fault I am bereft him so; Cool shadow to his melting buttock lent; He stamps, and bites the poor flies in his For all my mind, my thought, my busy care,

I pray you hence, and leave me here alone; His love perceiving how he is enrag'd, (fume : Is how to get my palfrey from the mare. Grew kinder, and his fury was assuag'd.

Thus she replies: Thy palfrey as he should, His testy master goeth about to take him; When lo, the unback'd breeder, full of fear, Affection is a coal that must be coold;

Welcomes the warm approach of sweet desire. Jealous of catching, swiftly doth forsake him,

Else, suffer'd, it will set the heart on fire: With her the horse, and left Adonis there :

The sea hath bounds, but deep desire hath none; As they were mad, unto the wood they hie them, Therefore no marvel though thy horse be gone. Out-stripping crows that strive to over-fy them.

How like a jade he stood, tied to the tree, All swoln with chasing, down Adonis sits, Servilely master'd with a leathern rein!

Banning his boist'rous and unruly beast; But when he saw his love, his youth's fair fee, And now the happy season once more fits, He held such petty bondage in disdain;

That love-sick Love,by pleading may be blest, Throwing the base thong from his bending crest, For lovers say, the heart hath treble wrong, Enfranchising his mouth, his back, his breast. When it is barr'd the aidance of the tongue.

Who sees his crue love in her naked bed, An oven that is stopp'd, or river stay'd,

Teaching the sheets a whiter hue than white, Burneth more hotly, swelleth with more rage: But when his glutton eye so full hath fed, So of concealed sorrow may be said;

His other agents aim at like delight? Free vent of words love's fire doth assuage; Who is so faint, that dare not be so bold, But when the heart's attorney once is mute, To touch the tire, the weather being cold? The client breaks, as desperate in his suit, Let me excuse thy courser, gentle boy; He sees her coming, and begins to glow,

And learn of him, I heartily beseech thee, (Even as a dying coal revives with wind,)

To take advantage on presented joy; [thee: And with his bonpet hides his angry brow;

Though Iwere dumb,yet his proceedingsteach Looks on the dull earth with disturbed mind; o! learn to love; the lesson is but plain, Taking no notice that she is so nigh,

And, once made perfect, never lost again. For all askaunce he holds her in his eye. I know not love, (quoth he,) nor will not know it, 0, what a sight it was, wistly to view

Unless it be a boar, and then I chase it; How she came stealing to the wayward boy ! 'Tis much to borrow, and I will not owe it; To note the fighting conflict of her hue!

My love to love is love but to disgrace it; How white and red each other did destroy! For I have heard it is a life in death, But now, her cheek was pale, and by and by Thatlaughs,andweeps,and all but with a breath. It flash'd forth fire as lightning from the sky. Who wears a garment shapeless and unfinisb’d? Now was she just before him as he sat, Who plucks the bud before one leaf put forth?

And like a lowly lover down she kneels; If springing things be any jot diminish'a, With one fair hand she heaveth up his hat, They wither in their prime, prove nothing Her other tender hand his fair cheek feels :

worth,

[young, His tend'rer cheek receives her soft hand's print, The colt that's back'd and burthen'd, being As apt as new-fall’n snow takes any dint. Loseth his pride, and never waxeth strong. O, what a war of looks was then between them!

You burt my hand with wringing; let us part,

And leave this idle theme, this bootless chat: Her eyes, petitioners, to his eyes suing;

Remove His eyes saw her eyes as they had not seen

your siege from my unyielding heart; them ;

(wooing;

To love's alarm it will not ope the gate : And all this dumb play had his acts made plain For where a heart is hard, they make no batHer eyes woo'd still, his eyes disdain'd the Dismiss your vows, your feigned tears, your

[tery. With tears, which chorus-like, her eyes did rain,

What! canst thou talk, quoth she, hast thou a Full gently now she takes him by the hand.

tongue ? A lily prison'd in a gaol of snow,

O, would thou had'st not, or I had no hearing! Or ivory in an alabaster band;

Thymermaid'svoice hath done me doublewrong: So white a friend engirts so white a foe:

I had my load before, now press'd with bearing This beauteous combat, wilful and unwilling,

Melodious discord, heavenly tune harsh-soundShew'd like two silver doves that sit a billing.

ing,

(wounding. Once more the engine of her thoughts began: Ear's deep-sweet music, and heart's deep-sore

() fairest mover on this mortal round, Would thou wert as I am, and I a man,

Had I no eyes, but ears, my ears would love

That inward beauty and invisible, My heart all whole as thine, thy heart my Or, were I deaf, thy outward parts would move wound:

Each part in me that were but sonsible:

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Though neither eyes nor ears, to hear nor see, Long may they kiss each other, for this cure ! Yet should I be in love, by touching thee. o, never let their crimson liveries wear!

And as they last, their verdure still endure, Say, that the sense of feeling were bereft me, And that I could not see, nor hear, nor touch, That the star-gazers, having writ on death,

To drive infection from the dangerous year! And nothing but the very smell were left me. May say, the plague is banish'd by thy breath.

Yet would my love to thee be still as much; For from the still’tory of thy face excelling Pure lips, sweet seals in my soft lips imprinted, Comes breath perfum'd, that breedeth love by What bargains may I make, still to be sealsmelling.

To sell myself I can be well contented, (ing? But 0, what banquet wert thou to the taste,

So thou wilt buy, and pay, and use good

dealing; Being nurse and feeder of the other four ! Would they not wish the feast might ever last, Which purchase if thou make, for fear of slips, And bid Suspicion double lock the door?

Set thy seal-manual on my wax-red lips Lest Jealousy, that sour unwelcome guest, A thousand kisses buys my heart from me; Should, by his stealing in, disturb the feast. And pay them at thy leisure, one by one.

What is ten hundred touches unto thee? Once more the ruby-colour'd portal open'd, Which to his speech did honey passage yield: say, for non-payment that the debt should

Are they not quickly told, and quickly gone? Like a red morn, that ever yet betoken'd

double? Wreck to the sea-man, tempest to the field, Is twenty hundred kisses such a trouble ? Sorrow to shepherds, woe unto the birds, Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds. Fair queen, quoth he, if any love you owe me,

Measure my strangeness with my unripe This ill presage advisedly she marketh :Even as the wind is hush'd before it raineth, Before I know myself, seek not to know me;

years; Or as the wolf doth grin before he barketh,

No fisher but the ungrown fry forbears : Or as the berry breaks before it staineth, Or like the deadly bullet of a gun,

The mellow plum doth fall, the green sticks fast, His meaning struck her , ere his words begun. Look, the world's comforter, with weary gait,

Or being early pluck'd, is sour to taste. And at his look she flatly falleth down, For looks kill love and love by looks reviveth. The owl, night's herald, shrieks, 'tis very late;

His day's hot task hath ended in the west: A smile recures the wounding of a frown:

The sheep are gone to fold, birds to their nest; But blessed bankrupt, that bylove so thriveth!

And coal-black clouds that shadow heaven's The silly boy believing she is dead, Claps her pale cheek, till clapping makes it red; Do summon us to part, and bid good night:

light, And all amaz'd brake off his late intent,

Now let me say good night, and so say you; For sharply he did think to reprehend her, Which cunning love did wittily prevent:

If you will say so, you shall have a kiss.

Good night, quoth she; and ere he says adieu, Fair fall the wit, that can so well defend her!

The honey fee of parting tender'd is : For on the grass she lies, as she were slain,

Her arms do lend his neck a sweet embrace Till his breath breatheth life in her again.

Incorporate then they seem; face grows to face. Hewrings her nose, he strikes her on the cheeks; Till, breathless, he disjoin'd, and backward drew He bends her fingers, holds her pulses hard;

The heavenlymoisture, that sweet coralmouth, He chafes her lips; a thousand ways he seeks

To mend the hurt that his unkindness marrd: Whose precious taste her thirsty lips well knew, He kisses her; and she, by her good will,

Whereon they surfeit, yet complain on

drought: Would never rise, so he will kiss her still.

Hewith her plenty press'd, she faint with dearth, The night of sorrow now is turn'd today. Hertwo blue windows faintly she up-heaveth, Now quick Desire hath canghtthe yielding prey,

(Their lips together glew'd,) fall to the earth. Like the fair sun, when in his fresh array Hecheers the morn,and all theworld relieveth:

And glutton-like she feeds, yet never filleth; And as the bright sun glorifies the sky,

Her lips are conquerors, his lips obey, So is her face illumin'd with her eye;

Paying what ransom the insulter willeth;

Whose vulture thought doth pitch the price Whose beams upon his hairless face are fix'd,

so high, Asiffrom thence they borrow'd all their shine. That she will draw his lips' rich treasure dry. Were never four such lamps together mix'd, Had not his clouded with his brows' repine;

And having felt the sweetness of the spoil, But hers, which through the crystal tears gave her face doth reek and smoke, her blood doth

With blind-fold fury she begins to forage; light, Shone like the moon, in water seen by night.

boil,

And careless lust stirs up a desperate courage; O, where am I, quoth she? in earth or heaven, Planting oblivion, beating reason back, 'Or in the ocean drench'a, or in the fire ?

Forgetting shame's pure blush, and honour's What hour is this? or morn or weary even?

wreck, Do I delight to die, or life desire ? But now I liv'd, and life was death's annoy;

Hot, faint, and weary, with her hard embracing, But now I died, and death was lively joy.

Like a wild bird being tam'd with too much

handling, O, thou didst kill me ;-kill me once again: Or as the fleet-foot roe, that's tir'd with chasing, Thyeyes'shrewd tutor, that hard heart of thine

Or like the froward infant, still'd with dandHath taught them scornful tricks, and

such He now obeys, and now no more resisteth, [ling, disdain,

[mine; While she takes all she can, not all she listeth. That they have murder'd this poor heart of And these mine eyes,true leaders to their queen, Whatwax so frozen, butdissolveswithtemp'ring, But for thy piteous lips no more had seen. And yields at last to every light impression ?

Things out of hope are compass'd oft with ven- The thorny brambles and embracing bushes, tring,

(mission As fearful of him, part; through whom he rushes Chiefly in love, whose leave exceeds com- Alas, he nought esteems that face of thine, Affection faints not like a pale-fac'd coward, To which Love's eyes pay tributary gazes; But then woos best, when most his choice is Northy soft hands, sweet lips, and crystaleyne, froward.

Whose full perfection all the world amazes ; When he did frown, O, had she then gave over, But having thee at vantage, (wondrous dread:)

Such nectar from his lips she had not suck'd. Would root these beauties as he roots the mead. Foul words and frowus must not repel a lover; o, let him keep his loathsome cabin still; What though the rose have prickles, yet 'tis

Beauty hath nought to do with such foul pluck'di

fiends : Were beauty under twentylocks kept fast, (last. Come not within his danger by thy will; Yet love breaks through, and picks them all at

They that thrive well, take counsel of their For pity now she can no more detain him;

friends :

{ble, The poor fool prays her that he may depart: When thou didst name the boar, not to dissemShe is resolv'd no longer to restrain him; I feard thy fortune, and my joints did tremble.

Bids him farewell, and look well to her heart, Didst thou not mark myface! Was it not white! The which, by Cupid's bow she doth protest, Saw'st thou not signs of fearlurk in mine eye? lle carries thence incaged in his breast. Grew I not faint? And fell I not downright? Sweet boy, she says, this night I'll waste in Within my bosom, whereon thou dost lie, sorrow,

(watch. My boding heart pants, beats, and takes no rest, For my sick heart commands mine eyes to Bntlikeanearthquake,shakes thee on my breast. Tell me, Love's master, shall we meet to-nor. For where love reigns, disturbing jealousy row?

(match?

Doth call himself affection's sentinel ; Say, shall we? shall we? wilt thou make the Gives false alarms, suggesteth mutiny, He tells her, no; to-morrow he intends

And in a peaceful hour doth cry, kill, kill ; To hunt the boar with certain of his friends. Distemp'ring gentle love in his desire, The boar! (quoth she) whereat a sudden pale. As air and water do abate the fre. Like lawn being spread upon the blushing This sour informer, this bate-breeding spy. rose,

This canker, thateats up love's tender spring, Usurps her cheek; she trembles at his tale, This carry-tale, dissentious jealousy, [bring,

And on his neck her yoking arins she throws: That sometime true news.sometime false doth She siuketh down, still hanging by his neck, Knocks at my heart, and whispers in mine ear, He on her belly falls, she on her back. That if I love thee, I thy death should fear : Now is she in the very lists of love,

And more than so, presenteth to mine eye Her champion mounted for the hot encounter: The picture of an angry chating boar, All is imaginary she doth prove,

Under whose sharp fangs on his back doth lie He will not manage her, although he mount

An image like thyself, all stain'd with gore; That worse than Tantalus' is her annoy, [her; Whose blood upon the fresh fowers being shed, To clip Elysium, and to lack her joy.

Doth make them droop with grief, and hang

the head. Even as poor birds,deceiv'd with painted grapes What should I do, seeing thee so indeed,

Do surfeit by the eye, and pine the maw, Even so she languisheth in her mishaps,

That tremble at the imagination ? As those poor birds that helpless berries saw;

The thought of it doth make my faint heart Thewarm effectswhich she in him finds missing, 1 prophesy thy death, my living sorrow,

And fear doth teach it divination: (bleed, Sae seeks to kindle with continual kissing :

If tbou encounter with the boar to-morrow. But all in vain; good queen, it will not be:

She hath assay'd as much as may be prova; But if thou needs will hunt, be ruld by me : Her pleading hath deserv'd a greater fte;

Uncouple at the timorous flying hare, She's Love,she loves, and yet she is not lov'd. Or at the fox which lives by subtilty,

Or at the roe, which no encounter dare : Fie, fie, he says, you crush me ; let me go;

Pursue these fearful creatures o'er the downs, You have no reason to withhold me so.

And on thy well-breath'd horse keep with thy Thou had'st been gone, quoth she, sweet boy, hounds. ere this,

(the boar. And when thou hast on foot the purblind hare. But that thou told'st me, thou would'st hunt

Mark the poorwretch, to overshut his troubles, O, be advised: thou know'st not what it is

How he out-runs the wind, and with what care With javelin's point a churlish swine to gore,

Hecranks and crosseswith a thousand doubles: Whose tushes never sheath'd, he whetteth still, The many musits through the which he goes, Like to a mortal butcher, bent to kill

Are like a labyrinth to amaze his foes. On his bow-back he hath a battle set

Sometime he runs among a flock of sheep, Of bristly pikes, that ever threat his foes ;

To make the cunning hounds mistake their His eyes, like glow-worms, shine when he doth smell : fret;

And sometimewhere earth-delving conies keep, His snout digs sepulchres where'er he goes; To stop the loud pursuers in their yell; Being mov'd, he strikes what e'er is in his way, And sometime sorteth with a herd of deer; And whom he strikes, his cruel tushes slay. Danger deviseth shifts; wit waits on fear: His brawny sides, with hairy bristles arru'd, For there his smell with others being mingled, Are better proof than thy spear's point can The hot scent-snuffing hounds are driven to enter:

doubt;

Igled His short thick neck cannot be easily harm'd ; Ceasing their clamorous cry till they have sin

Being ireful, on the lion he will venture : With much ado the cold fault cleanly out ;

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