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Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: Hardy M. Cook
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Venus and Adonis (Quarto 1, 1592-3)


VVhich after him she dartes, as one on shore
Gazing vpon a late embarked friend,
Till the wilde waues will haue him seene no more,
820VVhose ridges with the meeting cloudes contend:
So did the mercilesse, and pitchie night,
Fold in the obiect that did feed her sight.
VVhereat amas'd as one that vnaware,
Hath dropt a precious iewell in the flood,
825Or stonisht, as night wandrers often are,
Their light blowne out in some mistrustfull wood;
Euen so confounded in the darke she lay,
Hauing lost the faire discouerie of her way.
And now she beates her heart, whereat it grones,
830That all the neighbour caues as seeming troubled,
Make verball repetition of her mones,
Passion on passion, deeply is redoubled,
Ay me, she cries, and twentie times, wo, wo,
And twentie ecchoes, twentie times crie so,
835She marking them, begins a wailing note,
And sings extemporally a wofull dittie,
How loue makes yong-men thrall, & old men dote,
How loue is wise in follie, foolish wittie:
Her heauie antheme still concludes in wo,
840And still the quier of ecchoes answer so.
Her song was tedious, and out-wore the night,
For louers houres are long, though seeming short,
If pleasd themselues, others they thinke delight,
In such like circumstance, with such like sport:
845Their copious stories oftentimes begunne,
End without audience, and are neuer donne.