1761051And being opend, threw vnwilling light,
1052Vpon the wide wound, that the boare had trencht
1053In his
soft
flanke, who
se wonted lillie white
1054With purple tears that his wound wept, had drēcht.
1055 No
floure was nigh, no gra
sse, hearb, leaf, or weed,
1056 But
stole his blood, and
seemd with him to bleed.
1771057This
solemne
sympathie, poore Venus noteth,
1058Ouer one
shoulder doth
she hang her head,
1059Dumblie
she pa
ssions, frantikely
she doteth,
1060She thinkes he could not die, he is not dead,
1061 Her voice is
stopt, her ioynts forget to bow,
1062 Her eyes are mad, that they haue wept till now.
1781063Vpon his hurt
she lookes
so
stedfa
stly,
1064That her
sight dazling, makes the wound
seem three,
1065And then
she reprehends her mangling eye,
1066That makes more ga
shes, where no breach
shuld be:
1067 His face
seems twain, ech
seuerall lim is doubled,
1068 For oft the eye mi
stakes, the brain being troubled
1791069My tongue cannot expre
sse my griefe for one,
1070And yet (quoth
she) behold two Adons dead,
1071My
sighes are blowne away, my
salt teares gone,
1072Mine eyes are turn'd to
fire, my heart to lead,
1073 Heauie hearts lead melt at mine eyes red
fire,
1074 So
shall I die by drops of hot de
sire.
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.