Venus and Adonis (Modern)
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¶"What is thy body but a swallowing grave,
¶Seeming to bury that posterity
¶Which by the rights of time thou needs must have,
760If thou destroy them not in dark obscurity?
¶_If so, the world will hold thee in disdain,
¶_Sith in thy pride so fair a hope is slain.
¶"So in thyself, thyself art made away,
¶A mischief worse than civil homebred strife,
765Or theirs whose desperate hands themselves do slay,
¶Or butcher sire that reaves his son of life.
¶_Foul cank'ring rust, the hidden treasure frets,
¶_But gold that's put to use more gold begets."
¶"Nay, then," quoth Adon, "you will fall again
770Into your idle overhandled theme.
¶The kiss I gave you is bestowed in vain,
¶And all in vain you strive against the stream;
¶_For, by this black-faced night, desire's foul nurse,
¶_Your treatise makes me like you worse and worse.
