31181And now Adonis with a lazie
sprite,
182And with a heauie, darke, di
sliking eye,
183His lowring browes ore-whelming his faire
sight,
184Like mi
stie vapors when they blot the skie,
185 So wring his cheekes, cries,
fie, no more of loue,
186 The
sunne doth burne my face I mu
st remoue.
32187Ay, me, (quoth Venus) young, and
so vnkinde,
188What bare excu
ses mak'
st thou to be gon?
189Ile
sigh cele
stiall breath, who
se gentle winde,
190Shall coole the heate of this de
scending
sun:
191 Ile make a
shadow for thee of my heares,
192 If they burn too, Ile quench them with my teares.
33193The
sun that
shines from heauen,
shines but warme,
194And lo I lye betweene that
sunne, and thee:
195The heate I haue from thence doth litle harme,
196Thine eye darts forth the
fire that burneth me,
197 And were I not immortall, life were done,
198 Betweene this heauenly, and earthly
sunne.
34199Art thou obdurate,
flintie, hard as
steele?
200Nay more then
flint, for
stone at raine relenteth:
201Art thou a womans
sonne and can
st not feele
202What tis to loue, how want of loue tormenteth?
203 O had thy mother borne
so hard a minde,
204 She had not brought forth thee, but died vnkind.
35205What am I that thou
should
st contemne me this?
206Or what great danger, dwels vpon my
sute?
207What were thy lips the wor
se for one poore kis?
208Speake faire, but
speake faire words, or el
se be mute:
209 Giue me one ki
sse, Ile giue it thee againe,
210 And one for intre
st, if thou wilt haue twaine.