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


¶It
shall be
sparing, and too full of ryot,
¶Teaching decrepit age to tread the mea
sures,
¶The
staring ruffian
shall it keepe in quiet,
1150Pluck down the rich, in rich the poore with trea
sures,
¶_It
shall be raging mad, and
sillie milde,
¶_Make the yoong old, the old become a childe.
¶It
shall
su
spect where is no cau
se of feare,
¶It
shall not feare where it
should mo
st mi
stru
st,
1155It
shall be mercifull, and too
seueare,
¶And mo
st deceiuing, when it
seemes mo
st iu
st,
¶_Peruer
se it
shall be, where it
showes mo
st toward,
¶_Put feare to valour, courage to the coward.
¶It
shall be cau
se of warre, and dire euents,
1160And
set di
ssention twixt the
sonne, and
sire,
¶Subiect, and
seruill to all di
scontents:
¶As drie combu
stious matter is to fire,
¶_Sith in his prime, death doth my loue de
stroy,
¶_They that loue be
st, their loues
shall not enioy.
1165By this the boy that by her
side laie kild,
¶VVas melted like a vapour from her
sight,
¶And in his blood that on the ground laie
spild,
¶A purple floure
sproong vp, checkred with white,
¶_Re
sembling well his pale cheekes, and the blood,
1170_VVhich in round drops, vpō their whitene
sse
stood.
¶She bowes her head, the new-
sprong floure to
smel,
¶Comparing it to her Adonis breath,
¶And
saies within her bo
some it
shall dwell,
¶Since he him
selfe is reft from her by death;
1175_She crop's the
stalke, and in the breach appeares,
¶_Green-dropping
sap, which
she cōpares to teares.

