Venus and Adonis (Quarto 1, 1592-3)
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VENVS AND ADONIS.
¶Ay, me, (quoth Venus) young, and so vnkinde,
¶_If they burn too, Ile quench them with my teares.
¶And lo I lye betweene that sunne, and thee:
195The heate I haue from thence doth litle harme,
¶Thine eye darts forth the fire that burneth me,
¶_And were I not immortall, life were done,
¶Art thou obdurate, flintie, hard as steele?
200Nay more then flint, for stone at raine relenteth:
¶VVhat tis to loue, how want of loue tormenteth?
¶_She had not brought forth thee, but died vnkind.
¶Or what great danger, dwels vpon my sute?
¶VVhat were thy lips the worse for one poore kis?
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