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.
1881123She lookes vpon his lips, and they are pale,
1124She takes him by the hand, and that is cold,
1125She whi
spers in his eares a heauie tale,
1126As if they heard the wofull words
she told:
1127 She lifts the co
ffer-lids that clo
se his eyes,
1128 Where lo, two lamps burnt out in darkne
sse lies.
1891129Two gla
sses where her
selfe, her
selfe beheld
1130A thou
sand times, and now no more re
fle
ct,
1131Their vertue lo
st, wherein they late exceld,
1132And euerie beautie robd of his e
ffe
ct;
1133 Wonder of time (quoth
she) this is my
spight,
1134 That thou being dead, the day
shuld yet belight.
1901135Since thou art dead, lo here I prophecie,
1136Sorrow on loue hereafter
shall attend:
1137It
shall be wayted on with iealou
sie,
1138Find
sweet beginning, but vn
sauorie end.
1139 Nere
setled equally, but high or lo,
1140 That all loues plea
sure
shall not match his wo.