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VENUS and ADONIS.
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He now obeys, and now no more resisteth,
While she takes all she can, not all she listeth.

What wax so frozen, but dissolves with tempring,
And yields at last to every light impression?
Things out of hope are compast oft with ventring,
Chiefly in love, whose leave exceeds commission:
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 suckt:
Foul words and frowns must not repel a Lover,
What though the Rose have pricks? yet it is pluckt.
Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast,
Yet love breaks through, and picks them all at last.

For pitty now she can no more detain him;
The poor fool prays her that he may depart:
She is resolv'd no longer to restrain him;
Bids him farewel, and look well to her heart,
The which by Cupids bow she doth protest,
He carries thence engaged in his brest.

Sweet boy, she says, this night I'le waste in sorrow,
For my sick heart commands mine eyes to watch.
Tell me, loves 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.

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