Venus and Adonis (Modern)
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¶Variable passions throng her constant woe,
¶As striving who should best become her grief.
¶All entertained, each passion labors so
970That every present sorrow seemeth chief,
¶_But none is best; then join they all together,
¶_Like many clouds consulting for foul weather.
¶By this, far off, she hears some huntsman hallow,
¶A nurse's song ne'er pleased her babe so well.
975The dire imagination she did follow
¶This sound of hope doth labor to expel;
¶_For now reviving joy bids her rejoice
¶_And flatters her it is Adonis' voice.
¶Whereat her tears began to turn their tide,
980Being prisoned in her eye like pearls in glass;
¶Yet sometimes falls an orient drop beside,
¶Which her cheek melts, as scorning it should pass,
¶_To wash the foul face of the sluttish ground,
¶_Who is but drunken when she seemeth drowned.
