1801075Alas poore world what trea
sure ha
st thou lo
st,
1076What face remains aliue that's worth the viewing?
1077Who
se tongue is mu
sick now? What cā
st thou boa
st,
1078Of things long
since, or any thing in
suing?
1079 The
flowers are
sweet, their colours fre
sh, and trim,
1080 But true
sweet beautie liu'd, and di'de with him.
1811081Bonnet, nor vaile henceforth no creature weare,
1082Nor
sunne, nor wind will euer
striue to ki
sse you,
1083Hauing no faire to lo
se, you need not feare,
1084The
sun doth skorne you, & the wind doth hi
sse you.
1085 But when Adonis liu'de,
sunne, and
sharpe aire,
1086 Lurkt like two theeues, to rob him of his faire.
1821087And therefore would he put his bonnet on,
1088Vnder who
se brim the gaudie
sunne would peepe,
1089The wind would blow it o
ff, and being gon,
1090Play with his locks, then would Adonis weepe.
1091 And
straight in pittie of his tender yeares,
1092 They both would
striue who
fir
st should drie his
(teares.
1831093To
see his face the Lion walkt along,
1094Behind
some hedge, becau
se he would not fear him:
1095To recreate him
self when he hath
song,
1096The Tygre would be tame, and gently heare him.
1097 If he had
spoke, the wolfe would leaue his praie,
1098 And neuer fright the
sillie lambe that daie.
when