Internet Shakespeare Editions

Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: Hardy M. Cook
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Venus and Adonis (Quarto 1, 1593)

And being opend, threw vnwilling light,
Vpon the wide wound, that the boare had trencht
In his soft flanke, whose wonted lillie white
With purple tears that his wound wept, had drēcht.
1055 No floure was nigh, no grasse, hearb, leaf, or weed,
But stole his blood, and seemd with him to bleed.
This solemne sympathie, poore Venus noteth,
Ouer one shoulder doth she hang her head,
Dumblie she passions, frantikely she doteth,
1060She thinkes he could not die, he is not dead,
Her voice is stopt, her ioynts forget to bow,
Her eyes are mad, that they haue wept till now.
Vpon his hurt she lookes so stedfastly,
That her sight dazling, makes the wound seem three,
1065And then she reprehends her mangling eye,
That makes more gashes, where no breach shuld be:
His face seems twain, ech seuerall lim is doubled,
For oft the eye mistakes, the brain being troubled
My tongue cannot expresse my griefe for one,
1070And yet (quoth she) behold two Adons dead,
My sighes are blowne away, my salt teares gone,
Mine eyes are turn'd to fire, my heart to lead,
Heauie hearts lead melt at mine eyes red fire,
So shall I die by drops of hot desire.
1075Alas poore world what treasure hast thou lost,
What face remains aliue that's worth the viewing?
Whose tongue is musick now? What cāst thou boast,
Of things long since, or any thing insuing?
The flowers are sweet, their colours fresh, and trim,
1080 But true sweet beautie liu'd, and di'de with him.