Venus and Adonis (Modern)
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¶Whose frothy mouth bepainted all with red,
¶Like milk and blood being mingled both together,
¶A second fear through all her sinews spread,
¶Which madly hurries her she knows not whither.
905_This way she runs, and now she will no further,
¶_But back retires to rate the boar for murder.
¶A thousand spleens bear her a thousand ways.
¶She treads the path that she untreads again.
¶Her more than haste is mated with delays,
910Like the proceedings of a drunken brain,
¶_Full of respects, yet naught at all respecting,
¶_In hand with all things, naught at all effecting.
¶Here kenneled in a brake she finds a hound
¶And asks the weary caitiff for his master.
915And there another licking of his wound
¶'Gainst venomed sores, the only sovereign plaster;
¶_And here she meets another, sadly scowling,
¶_To whom she speaks, and he replies with howling.
