¶Venus
salutes him with this faire good morrow,
860Oh thou cleare god, and patron of all light,
¶From whom ech lamp, and
shining
star doth borrow,
¶The beautious influence that makes him bright,
¶_There liues a
sonne that
suckt an earthly mother,
¶_May lend thee light, as thou doe
st lend to other.
865This
sayd,
she ha
steth to a mirtle groue,
¶Mu
sing the morning is
so much ore-worne,
¶And yet
she heares no tidings of her loue;
¶She harkens for his hounds, and for his horne,
¶_Anon
she heares them chaunt it lu
stily,
870_And all in ha
st
she coa
steth to the cry.
¶And as
she runnes, the bu
shes in the way,
¶Some catch her by the necke,
some ki
sse her face,
¶Some twin'd about her thigh to make her
stay,
¶She wildly breaketh from their
strict imbrace,
875_Like a milch Doe, who
se
swelling dugs do ake,
¶_Ha
sting to feed her fawne, hid in
some brake,
¶By this
she heares the hounds are at a bay,
¶VVhereat
she
starts like one that
spies an adder,
¶VVreath'd vp in fatall folds iu
st in his way,
880The feare where of doth make him
shake, &
shudder,
¶_Euen
so the timerous yelping of the hounds,
¶_Appals her
sen
ses, and her
spirit confounds.