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- Edition: Venus and Adonis
Venus and Adonis (Modern)
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92More thirst for drink than she for this good turn.
93Her help she sees, but help she cannot get.
94She bathes in water, yet her fire must burn.
95 "O, pity," gan she cry, "flint-hearted boy,
96 'Tis but a kiss I beg; why art thou coy?
98Even by the stern and direful god of war,
99Whose sinewy neck in battle ne'er did bow,
100Who conquers where he comes in every jar.
101 Yet hath he been my captive and my slave,
102 And begged for that which thou unasked shalt have.
104His battered shield, his uncontrollèd crest,
105And for my sake hath learned to sport and dance,
106To toy, to wanton, dally, smile, and jest,
107 Scorning his churlish drum and ensign red,
108 Making my arms his field, his tent my bed.
110Leading him prisoner in a red rose chain.
111Strong-tempered steel his stronger strength obeyed,
112Yet was he servile to my coy disdain.
113 O, be not proud, nor brag not of thy might,
114 For mastering her that foiled the god of fight.
116Though mine be not so fair, yet are they red.
117The kiss shall be thine own as well as mine.
118What seest thou in the ground? Hold up thy head.
119 Look in mine eyeballs; there thy beauty lies.
120 Then why not lips on lips, since eyes in eyes?