Venus and Adonis (Quarto 1, 1592-3)
Author: William ShakespeareEditor: Hardy M. CookPeer Reviewed


¶Now of this darke night I perceiue the rea
son,
¶Cinthia for
shame, ob
scures her
siluer
shine,
¶Till forging nature be condemn'd of trea
son,
730For
stealing moulds from heauen, that were diuine,
¶_VVherin
she fram'd thee, in hie heauens de
spight,
¶_To
shame the
sunne by day, and her by night.
¶And therefore hath
she brib'd the de
stinies,
¶To cro
sse the curious workman
ship of nature,
735To mingle beautie with infirmities,
¶And pure perfection with impure defeature,
¶_Making it
subiect to the tyrannie,
¶_Of mad mi
schances, and much mi
serie.
¶As burning feauers, agues pale, and faint,
740Life-poy
soning pe
stilence, and frendzies wood,
¶The marrow-eating
sickne
sse who
se attaint,
¶Di
sorder breeds by heating of the blood,
¶_Surfets, impo
stumes, griefe, and damnd di
spaire,
¶_Sweare natures death, for framing thee
so faire.
745And not the lea
st of all the
se maladies,
¶But in one minutes fight brings beautie vnder,
¶Both fauor,
sauour, hew, and qualities,
¶VVhereat the th'impartiall gazer late did wonder,
¶_Are on the
sudden wa
sted, thawed, and donne,
750_As mountain
snow melts with the midday
sonne.
¶Therefore de
spight of fruitle
sse cha
stitie,
¶Loue-lacking ve
stals, and
selfe-louing Nuns,
¶That on the earth would breed a
scarcitie,
¶And barraine dearth of daughters, and of
suns;
755_Be prodigall, the lampe that burnes by night,
¶_Dries vp his oyle, to lend the world his light.

