¶VVhen he beheld his
shadow in the brooke,
1100The fi
shes
spread on it their golden gils,
¶VVhen he was by the birds
such plea
sure tooke,
¶That
some would
sing,
some other in their bils
¶_VVould bring him mulberries & ripe-red cherries,
¶_He fed them with his
sight, they him with berries.
1105But this foule, grim, and vrchin-
snowted Boare,
¶VVho
se downeward eye
still looketh for a graue:
¶Ne're
saw the beautious liuerie that he wore,
¶VVitne
sse the intertainment that he gaue.
¶_If he did
see his face, why then I know,
1110_He thought to ki
sse him, and hath kild him
so.
¶Tis true, tis true, thus was Adonis
slaine,
¶He ran vpon the Boare with his
sharpe
speare,
¶VVho did not whet his teeth at him againe,
¶But by a ki
sse thought to per
suade him there.
1115_And nou
sling in his flanke the louing
swine,
¶_Sheath'd vnaware the tuske in his
soft groine.
¶Had I bin tooth'd like him I mu
st confe
sse,
¶VVith ki
ssing him I
should haue kild him fir
st,
¶But he is dead, and neuer did he ble
sse
1120My youth with his, the more am I accur
st.
¶_VVith this
she falleth in the place
she
stood,
¶_And
staines her face with his congealed bloud.