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Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: Hardy M. Cook
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Venus and Adonis (Modern)

For pity now she can no more detain him.
The poor fool prays her that he may depart.
She is resolved no longer to restrain him,
580Bids him farewell and look well to her heart,
The which, by Cupid's bow she doth protest,
He carries thence encagèd in his breast.
"Sweet boy," she says, "this night I'll waste in sorrow,
For my sick heart commands mine eyes to watch.
585Tell me, love's master, shall we meet tomorrow?
Say, shall we, shall we? Wilt thou make the match?"
He tells her, "No." Tomorrow he intends
To hunt the boar with certain of his friends.
"The boar!" quoth she. Whereat a sudden pale,
590Like lawn being spread upon the blushing rose,
Usurps her cheek; she trembles at his tale,
And on his neck her yoking arms she throws.
She sinketh down, still hanging by his neck.
He on her belly falls; she on her back.
595Now is she in the very lists of love,
Her champion mounted for the hot encounter.
All is imaginary she doth prove.
He will not manage her, although he mount her;
That worse than Tantalus' is her annoy,
600To clip Elysium and to lack her joy.
Even so poor birds, deceived with painted grapes,
Do surfeit by the eye and pine the maw;
Even so she languisheth in her mishaps
As those poor birds that helpless berries saw.
605The warm effects which she in him finds missing
She seeks to kindle with continual kissing.