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


¶Sometime he trots, as if he told the
steps,
¶VVith gentle maie
stie, and mode
st pride,
¶Anon he reres vpright, curuets, and leaps,
280As who
should
say, lo thus my
strength is tride.
¶_And this I do, to captiuate the eye,
¶_Of the faire breeder that is
standing by.
¶VVhat recketh he his riders angrie
sturre,
¶His flattering holla, or his
stand, I
say,
285VVhat cares he now, for curbe, or pricking
spurre,
¶For rich capari
sons, or trappings gay:
¶_He
sees his loue, and nothing el
se he
sees,
¶_For nothing el
se with his proud
sight agrees.
¶Looke when a Painter would
surpa
sse the life,
290In limming out a well proportioned
steed,
¶His Art with Natures workman
ship at
strife,
¶As if the dead the liuing
should exceed:
¶_So did this Hor
se excell a common one,
¶_In
shape, in courage, colour, pace and bone.
295Round hooft,
short ioynted, fetlocks
shag, and long,
¶Broad brea
st, full eye,
small head, and no
strill wide,
¶High cre
st,
short eares,
straight legs, & pa
ssing
strōg,
¶Thin mane, thicke taile, broad buttock, tender hide:
¶_Looke what a Hor
se
should haue, he did not lack,
300_Saue a proud rider on
so proud a back.
¶Sometime he
scuds farre off, aud there he
stares,
¶Anon he
starts, at
sturring of a feather:
¶To bid the wind a ba
se he now prepares,
¶And where he runne, or flie, they know not whether:
305_For through his mane, & taile, the high wind
sings,
¶_Fanning the haires, who waue like feathred wings.

