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" 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
“ To see his face, the lion walk'd along “ 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:
"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, s« The fishes spread on it their golden gills ; • 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
“ But this foul, grim, and urchin-snouted 43 boar, “ Whose downward eye still looketh for a grave, “ Ne'er saw the beauteous livery that he wore : “ Witness the entertainment that he gave;
“ If he did see his face, why then I know, “ He thought to kiss him, and hath kill'd him so.
* urchin-snouted] i. e. snouted like a hedgehog.
“ 'Tis true, 'tis true; thus was Adonis slain; “ He ran upon the boar with his sharp spear, “ 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
“ 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." 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 lifts the coffer-lids that close his eyes,
Two glasses where herself herself beheld
spite, “That, you being dead, the day should yet be
Since thou art dead, lo! here I prophesy,
Sorrow on love hereafter shall attend ; “ 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
“ It shall be fickle, false, and full of fraud; “ 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 :
“ The strongest body shall it make most weak, “ Strike the wise dumb, and teach the fool to
“ It shall be sparing, and tvo full of riot,
Teaching decrepit age to tread the measures ;44 “ The staring ruffian shall it keep in quiet, • Pluck down the rich, enrich the
with treasures : “ It shall be raging mad, and silly mild, “ Make the young old, the old become a chila
• 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 ;
measures] A meusure was a solemn dance with measured steps.
“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; * 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 loves shall not
By this, the boy that by her side lay kill'd,
Resembling well his pale cheeks, and the blood,
She bows her head, the new sprung flower to smell,
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
“ 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,
“ 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: “ 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,