1841099When he beheld his
shadow in the brooke,
1100The
fishes
spread on it their golden gils,
1101When he was by the birds
such plea
sure tooke,
1102That
some would
sing,
some other in their bils
1103 Would bring him mulberries & ripe-red cherries,
1104 He fed them with his
sight, they him with berries.
1851105But this foule, grim, and vrchin-
snowted Boare,
1106Who
se downeward eye
still looketh for a graue:
1107Ne're
saw the beautious liuerie that he wore,
1108Witne
sse the intertainment that he gaue.
1109 If he did
see his face, why then I know,
1110 He thought to ki
sse him, and hath kild him
so.
1861111Tis true, tis true, thus was Adonis
slaine,
1112He ran vpon the Boare with his
sharpe
speare,
1113Who did not whet his teeth at him againe,
1114But by a ki
sse thought to per
suade him there.
1115 And nou
sling in his
flanke the louing
swine,
1116 Sheath'd vnaware the tuske in his
soft groine.
1871117Had I bin tooth'd like him I mu
st confe
sse,
1118With ki
ssing him I
should haue kild him
fir
st,
1119But he is dead, and neuer did he ble
sse
1120My youth with his, the more am I accur
st.
1121 With this
she falleth in the place
she
stood,
1122 And
staines her face with his congealed bloud.