1841099When he beheld his shadow in the brooke,

1100The fishes spread on it their golden gils,

1101When he was by the birds such pleasure 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,

1106Whose downeward eye still looketh for a graue:

1107Ne're saw the beautious liuerie that he wore,

1108Witnesse the intertainment that he gaue.

1109 If he did see his face, why then I know,

1110 He thought to kisse 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 kisse thought to persuade him there.

1115 And nousling in his flanke the louing swine,

1116 Sheath'd vnaware the tuske in his soft groine.

1871117Had I bin tooth'd like him I must confesse,

1118With kissing him I should haue kild him first,

1119But he is dead, and neuer did he blesse

1120My youth with his, the more am I accurst.

1121 With this she falleth in the place she stood,

1122 And staines her face with his congealed bloud.