Venus and Adonis (Modern)
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¶Her song was tedious and outwore the night,
¶For lovers' hours are long, though seeming short.
¶If pleased themselves, others they think, delight
¶In such like circumstance with such like sport.
845_Their copious stories, oftentimes begun,
¶_End without audience and are never done.
¶For who hath she to spend the night withal
¶But idle sounds resembling parasites,
¶Like shrill-tongued tapsters answering every call,
850Soothing the humor of fantastic wits?
¶_She says, "'Tis so"; they answer all, "'Tis so,"
¶_And would say after her, if she said "No."
¶Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest,
¶From his moist cabinet mounts up on high
855And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast
¶The sun ariseth in his majesty,
¶_Who doth the world so gloriously behold,
¶_That cedar tops and hills seem burnished gold.
