41241At this Adonis
smiles as in di
sdaine,
242That in ech cheeke appeares a prettie dimple;
243Loue made tho
se hollowes, if him
selfe were
slaine,
244He might be buried in a tombe
so
simple,
245 Foreknowing well, if there he came to lie,
246 Why there loue liu'd, & there he could not die.
42247The
se louely caues, the
se round inchanting pits,
248Opend their mouthes to
swallow Venus liking:
249Being mad before, how doth
she now for wits?
250Strucke dead at
fir
st, what needs a
second
striking?
251 Poore Queene of loue, in thine own law forlorne,
252 To loue a cheeke that
smiles at thee in
scorne.
43253Now which way
shall
she turne? what
shall
she
say?
254Her words are done, her woes the more increa
sing,
255The time is
spent, her obie
ct will away,
256And ftom her twining armes doth vrge relea
sing:
257 Pitie
she cries,
some fauour,
some remor
se,
258 Away he
springs, and ha
steth to his hor
se.
44259But lo from forth a copp's that neighbors by,
260A breeding Iennet, lu
stie, young, and proud,
261Adonis trampling Cour
ser doth e
spy:
262And forth
she ru
shes,
snorts, and neighs aloud.
263 The
strong-neckt
steed being tied vnto a tree,
264 Breaketh his raine, and to her
straight goes hee.
45265Imperiou
sly he leaps, he neighs, he bounds,
266And now his wouen girthes he breaks a
sunder,
267The bearing earth with his hard hoofe he wounds,
268Who
se hollow wombe re
sounds like heauens thun
-(der,
269 The yron bit he cru
sheth tweene his teeth,
270 Controlling what he was controlled with.