41241At this Adonis smiles as in disdaine,

242That in ech cheeke appeares a prettie dimple;

243Loue made those 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.

42247These louely caues, these round inchanting pits,

248Opend their mouthes to swallow Venus liking:

249Being mad before, how doth she now for wits?

250Strucke dead at first, 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 increasing,

255The time is spent, her obiect will away,

256And ftom her twining armes doth vrge releasing:

257 Pitie she cries, some fauour, some remorse,

258 Away he springs, and hasteth to his horse.

44259But lo from forth a copp's that neighbors by,

260A breeding Iennet, lustie, young, and proud,

261Adonis trampling Courser doth espy:

262And forth she rushes, snorts, and neighs aloud.

263 The strong-neckt steed being tied vnto a tree,

264 Breaketh his raine, and to her straight goes hee.

45265Imperiously he leaps, he neighs, he bounds,

266And now his wouen girthes he breaks asunder,

267The bearing earth with his hard hoofe he wounds,

268Whose hollow wombe resounds like heauens thun-(der,

269 The yron bit he crusheth tweene his teeth,

270 Controlling what he was controlled with.