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Having no fair to lose, you need not fear;
The Sun doth scorn you, & the Wind doth hiss you.
But when Adonis liv'd, Sun and sharp air
Lurkt like two thieves, to rob him of his fair.

And therefore would he put his Bonnet on,
Under whose brim the gaudy Sun would peep;
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 his tears.

To see his face, the Lyon walks along
Behind some hedge, because he would not fear him:
To recreate himself when he hath sung,
The Tygre 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 a Brook,
There fishes spred 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, & ripe red Cherries,
He fed them with his sight, they him with Berries.

But this foul, grim, and urchin snouted Boar,
Whose downward eye still looketh for a grave,
Ne're saw the beauteous livery that he wore;
Witness the entertainment that he gave:

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