40235Witin this limit is reliefe inough,
236Sweet bottome gra
sse, and high delightfull plaine,
237Round ri
sing hillocks, brakes ob
scure, and rough,
238To
shelter thee from tempe
st, and from raine:
239 Then be my deare,
since I am
such a parke,
240 No dog
shal rowze thee, though a thou
sand bark.
41241At this Adonis
smiles as in di
sdaine,
242That in ech cheeke appeares a prettie dimple;
243Loue made tho
se hollowes, if him
selfe were
slaine,
244He might be buried in a tombe
so
simple,
245 Foreknowing well, if there he came to lie,
246 Why there loue liu'd, & there he could not die.
42247The
se louely caues, the
se round inchanting pits,
248Opend their mouthes to
swallow Venus liking:
249Being mad before, how doth
she now for wits?
250Strucke dead at
fir
st, what needs a
second
striking?
251 Poore Queene of loue, in thine own law forlorne,
252 To loue a cheeke that
smiles at thee in
scorne.
43253Now which way
shall
she turne? what
shall
she
say?
254Her words are done, her woes the more increa
sing,
255The time is
spent, her obie
ct will away,
256And ftom her twining armes doth vrge relea
sing:
257 Pitie
she cries,
some fauour,
some remor
se,
258 Away he
springs, and ha
steth to his hor
se.
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