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


¶Thri
se fairer then my
selfe, (thus
she began)
¶The fields chiefe flower,
sweet aboue compare,
¶Staine to all Nimphs, more louely then a man,
10More white, and red, then doues, or ro
ses are:
¶_Nature that made thee with her
selfe at
strife,
¶_Saith that the world hath ending with thy life.
¶Vouch
safe thou wonder to alight thy
steed,
¶And raine his proud head to the
saddle bow,
15If thou wilt daine this fauor, for thy meed
¶A thou
sand honie
secrets
shalt thou know:
¶_Here come and
sit, where neuer
serpent hi
sses,
¶_And being
set, Ile
smother thee with ki
sses.
¶And yet not cloy thy lips with loth'd
sacietie,
20But rather fami
sh them amid their plentie,
¶Making them red, and pale, with fre
sh varietie:
¶Ten ki
sses
short as one, one long as twentie:
¶_A
sommers day will
seeme an houre but
short,
¶_Being wa
sted in
such time-beguiling
sport.
25VVith this
she ceazeth on his
sweating palme,
¶The pre
sident of pith, and liuelyhood,
¶And trembling in her pa
ssion, calls it balme,
¶Earths
soueraigne
salue, to do a godde
sse good,
¶_Being
so enrag'd, de
sire doth lend her force,
30_Couragiou
sly to plucke him from his hor
se.
¶Ouer one arme the lu
stie cour
sers raine,
¶Vnder her other was the tender boy,
¶VVho blu
sht, and powted in a dull di
sdaine,
¶VVith leaden appetite, vnapt to toy,
35_She red, and hot, as coles of glovving fier,
¶_He red for
shame, but fro
stie in de
sier.

