144859Venus
salutes him with this faire good morrow,
860Oh thou cleare god, and patron of all light,
861From whom ech lamp, and
shining
star doth borrow,
862The beautious in
fluence that makes him bright,
863 There liues a
sonne that
suckt an earthly mother,
864 May lend thee light, as thou doe
st lend to other.
145865This
sayd,
she ha
steth to a mirtle groue,
866Mu
sing the morning is
so much ore-worne,
867And yet
she heares no tidings of her loue;
868She harkens for his hounds, and for his horne,
869 Anon
she heares them chaunt it lu
stily,
870 And all in ha
st she coa
steth to the cry.
146871And as
she runnes, the bu
shes in the way,
872Some catch her by the necke,
some ki
sse her face,
873Some twin'd about her thigh to make her
stay,
874She wildly breaketh from their
stri
ct imbrace,
875 Like a milch Doe, who
se
swelling dugs do ake,
876 Ha
sting to feed her fawne, hid in
some brake,
147877By this
she heares the hounds are at a bay,
878Whereat
she
starts like one that
spies an adder,
879Wreath'd vp in fatall folds iu
st in his way,
880The feare where of doth make him
shake, &
shudder,
881 Euen
so the timerous yelping of the hounds,
882 Appals her
sen
ses, and her
spirit confounds.
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