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


¶VVhat haue you vrg'd, that I can not reproue?
¶The path is
smooth that leadeth on to danger,
¶I hate not loue, but your deui
se in loue,
790That lends imbracements vnto euery
stranger,
¶_You do it for increa
se, ô
straunge excu
se!
¶_VVhen rea
son is the bawd to lu
sts abu
se.
¶Call it not loue, for loue to heauen is fled,
¶Since
sweating lu
st on earth v
surpt his name,
795Vnder who
se
simple
semblance he hath fed,
¶Vpon fre
sh beautie, blotting it with blame;
¶_VVhich the hot tyrant
staines, &
soone bereaues:
¶_As Caterpillers do the tender leaues.
¶Loue comforteth like
sun-
shine after raine,
800But lu
sts effect is tempe
st after
sunne,
¶Loues gentle
spring doth alwayes fre
sh remaine,
¶Lu
sts winter comes, ere
sommer halfe be donne:
¶_Loue
surfets not, lu
st like a glutton dies:
¶_Loue is all truth, lu
st full of forged lies.
805More I could tell, but more I dare not
say,
¶The text is old, the Orator too greene,
¶Therefore in
sadne
sse, now I will away,
¶My face is full of
shame, my heart of teene,
¶_Mine eares that to your wanton talke attended,
810_Do burne them
selues, for hauing
so offended.
¶VVith this he breaketh from the
sweet embrace,
¶Of tho
se faire armes which bound him to her bre
st,
¶And homeward through the dark lawnd runs apace,
¶Leaues loue vpon her backe, deeply di
stre
st,
815_Looke how a bright
star
shooteth from the skye;
¶_So glides he in the night from Venus eye.

