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VENUS and ADONIS
Ceasing their clamorous cry till they have singled
With much adoe the cold fault cleanly out.
Then do they spend their mouths, eccho replies,
As if another chase were in the skies.
With much adoe the cold fault cleanly out.
Then do they spend their mouths, eccho replies,
As if another chase were in the skies.
By this, poor Wat far off upon a hill
Stands on his hinder legs with listning ear,
To hearken if his foes pursue him still:
Anon their loud alarums he doth hear,
And now his grief may be compared well
To one sore-sick that hears the passing bell.
Stands on his hinder legs with listning ear,
To hearken if his foes pursue him still:
Anon their loud alarums he doth hear,
And now his grief may be compared well
To one sore-sick that hears the passing bell.
Then shalt thou see the dew-bedabled wretch
Turn, and return, indenting with the way:
Each envious brier his weary legs doth scratch,
Each shadow makes him stop, each murmur stay,
For misery is trodden on by many:
And being low never reliev'd by any:
Turn, and return, indenting with the way:
Each envious brier his weary legs doth scratch,
Each shadow makes him stop, each murmur stay,
For misery is trodden on by many:
And being low never reliev'd by any:
Lie quietly, and hear a little more,
Nay, do not struggle, for thou shalt not rise,
To make thee hate the hunting of the Boar,
Unlike my self thou hear'st me morallize,
Applying this to that, and so to so;
For love can comment upon every woe.
Nay, do not struggle, for thou shalt not rise,
To make thee hate the hunting of the Boar,
Unlike my self thou hear'st me morallize,
Applying this to that, and so to so;
For love can comment upon every woe.
Where did I leave? No matter where, (quoth he)
Leave me, and then the story aptly ends:
The night is spent, Why, what of that (quoth she?)
I am (quoth he) expected of my friends.
Leave me, and then the story aptly ends:
The night is spent, Why, what of that (quoth she?)
I am (quoth he) expected of my friends.
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