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  • Title: Venus and Adonis (Modern)
  • Editor: Hardy M. Cook
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-411-0

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Hardy M. Cook
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    Venus and Adonis (Modern)

    1Even as the sun with purple-colored face
    Had ta'en his last leave of the weeping morn,
    Rose-cheeked Adonis hied him to the chase.
    Hunting he loved, but love he laughed to scorn.
    5 Sick-thoughted Venus makes amain unto him
    And like a bold-faced suitor 'gins to woo him.
    "Thrice fairer than myself," thus she began,
    "The field's chief flower, sweet above compare,
    Stain to all nymphs, more lovely than a man,
    10More white and red than doves or roses are.
    Nature that made thee with herself at strife
    Saith that the world hath ending with thy life.
    "Vouchsafe, thou wonder, to alight thy steed
    And rein his proud head to the saddlebow.
    15If thou wilt deign this favor, for thy meed
    A thousand honey secrets shalt thou know.
    Here come and sit, where never serpent hisses,
    And being set, I'll smother thee with kisses.
    "And yet not cloy thy lips with loathed satiety,
    20But rather famish them amid their plenty,
    Making them red and pale with fresh variety;
    Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty.
    A summer's day will seem an hour but short,
    Being wasted in such time-beguiling sport."
    25With this she seizeth on his sweating palm,
    The precedent of pith and livelihood,
    And trembling in her passion, calls it balm,
    Earth's sovereign salve, to do a goddess good.
    Being so enraged, desire doth lend her force
    30 Courageously to pluck him from his horse.