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


¶VVhat is thy bodie but a
swallowing graue,
¶Seeming to burie that po
steritie,
¶VVhich by the rights of time thou needs mu
st haue,
760If thou de
stroy them not in darke ob
scuritie?
¶_If
so the world will hold thee indi
sdaine,
¶_Sith in thy pride,
so faire a hope is
slaine.
¶So in thy
selfe, thy
selfe art made away,
¶A mi
schiefe wor
se then ciuill home-bred
strife,
765Or theirs who
se de
sperat hands them
selues do
slay,
¶Or butcher
sire, that reaues his
sonne of life:
¶_Foule cankring ru
st, the hidden trea
sure frets,
¶_But gold that's put to v
se more gold begets.
¶Nay then (quoth Adon) you will fall againe,
770Into your idle ouer-handled theame,
¶The ki
sse I gaue you is be
stow'd in vaine,
¶And all in vaine you
striue again
st the
streame,
¶_For by this black-fac't night, de
sires foule nour
se,
¶_Your treati
se makes me like you, wor
se & wor
se.
775If loue haue lent you twentie thou
sand tongues,
¶And euerie tongue more mouing then your owne,
¶Bewitching like the wanton Marmaids
songs,
¶Yet from mine eare the tempting tune is blowne,
¶_For know my heart
stands armed in mine eare,
780_And will not let a fal
se
sound enter there.
¶Le
st the deceiuing harmonie
should ronne,
¶Into the quiet clo
sure of my bre
st,
¶And then my litle heart were quite vndone,
¶In his bed-chamber to be bard of re
st,
785_No Ladie no, my heart longs not to grone,
¶_But
soundly
sleeps, while now it
sleeps alone.

