¶SCar
se had the Sunne dride vp the deawy morne,
¶And
scar
se the heard gone to the hedge for
shade:
¶When Cytherea (all in Loue forlorne)
¶A longing tariance for Adonis made
75Vnder an O
syer growing by a brooke,
¶A brooke, where Adon v
sde to coole his
spleene:
¶Hot was the day,
she hotter that did looke
¶For his approch, that often there had beene.
¶Anon he comes, and throwes his Mantle by,
80And
stood
starke naked on the brookes greene brim:
¶The Sunne look't on the world with glorious eie,
¶Yet not
so wi
stly, as this Queene on him:
¶_He
spying her, boun
st in (whereas he
stood)
¶_Oh
IOVE (quoth
she) why was not I a flood?