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VENUS AND ADONIS.
Even as the sun with purple-colour'd face
Sick-thoughted Venus makes amain unto him,
“ Thrice fairer than myself,” thus she began,
Nature that made thee, with herself at strife,
Vouchsafe, thou wonder, to alight thy steed,
Here come and sit, where never serpent hisses,
And being set I 'll smother thee with kisses ; “ And yet not cloy thy lips with loath'd satiety, But rather famish them amid their plenty,
• The poem of · Hero and Leander,' although Marlowe's portion of it was not published till 1598, was probably well known in the poetical circles. The following lines are in the first sestyad :
“ The men of wealthy Sestos every year,
For his sake whom their goddess held so dear,
Making them red and pale with fresh variety,
A summer's day will seem an hour but short,
Being wasted in such time-beguiling sport.”
Being so enrag'd, desire doth lend her force,
Courageously to pluck him from his horse.
She red and hot as coals of glowing fire,
He red for shame, but frosty in desire. The studded bridle on a ragged bough Nimbly she fastens : (O how quick is love !) The steed is stalled
and even now To tie the rider she begins to prove:
Backward she push'd him, as she would be thrust,
And govern'd him in strength, though not in lust.
And kissing speaks, with lustful language broken,
“ If thou wilt chide, thy lips shall never open."
He saith she is immodest, blames her 'miss; *
'Miss-amiss, fault. So in Sonnet CLI.:
Even as an empty eagle, sharp by fast,
Even so she kiss'd his brow, his cheek, his chin,
Forc'd to content, but never to obey,
Wishing her cheeks were gardens full of flowers,
Look how a bird lies tangled in a net,
Rain added to a river that is rank,
Still she entreats, and prettily entreats,
“ Love is too young to know what conscience is ;
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love ?
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove.” * Tires—tears, preys. The image is to be found without variation in ‘Henry VI., Part III.,' Act I., Scene 1:
“ Reveng'd may she be on that hateful duke;
Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire,
Tire on the flesh of me and of my son."
express excess or violence generally : and rankness is applied to a flood, in · King John,' Act V., Scene 4 :
“ And like a bated and retired flood,
Leaving our rankness and irregular course."
Being red, she loves him best; and being white,
Look how he can, she cannot choose but love;
Which long have rain'd, making her cheeks all wet;
Upon this promise did he raise his chin,
But when her lips were ready for his pay, ,
Never did passenger in summer's heat
“0, pity,” 'gan she cry, “ flint-hearted boy!
“ I have been woo'd, as I entreat thee now,
Yet hath he been my captive and my slave,
“ Over my altars hath he hung his lance, His batter'd shield, his uncontrolled crest,
a Dive-dapper. One of the familiar names of the dab-chick is dive-dapper, or di-dapper; and this was the old poetical name. Beaumont and Fletcher, in the • Woman Hater,' have a comparison of the mutability of fortune with this nimble water-bird :—“ The misery of man may fitly be compared to a di-dapper, who, when she is under water past our sight, and indeed can seem no more to us, rises again, shakes but herself, and is the same she was."
And for my sake hath learn'd to sport and dance,
Scorning his churlish drum, and ensign red,
“ Thus he that overruld I oversway'd,
O be not proud, nor brag not of thy might,
“ Touch but my lips with those fair lips of thine,
Look in mine eyeballs, there thy beauty lies:
“ Art thou asham'd to kiss ? then wink again,
These blue-vein'd violets whereon we lean
“ The tender spring upon thy tempting lip
Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime
"Were I hard-favour'd, foul, or wrinkled-old,