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Bids them leave quaking, bids them fear no more;
Whose frothy mouth, bepainted all with red,
This way she runs, and now she will no further,
A thousand spleens bear her a thousand ways; She treads the path that she untreads again ; Her more than haste is mated 27 with delays, Like the proceedings of a drunken brain ;
Full of respects, yet nought at all respecting, In hand with all things, nought at all effecting.
Here kennel'd in a brake she finds a hound,
And here she meets another sadly scowling,
When he hath ceas'd his ill-resounding noise, Another flap-mouth'd mourner, black and grim, Against the welkin vollies our his voice: Another and another answer him,
Clapping their proud tails to the ground below, Shaking their scratch'd ears, bleeding as they go.
Look, how the world's poor people are amaz’d
So she at these sad signs draws up her breath,
“ Hard-favour'd tyrant, ugly, meagre, lean, “ Hateful divorce of love,” (thus chides she death,) “Grim-grinning ghost, earth's worm, what, dost
thou mean “To stifle beauty, and to steal his breath,
“ Who when he liv’d, his breath and beauty set “ Gloss on the rose, smell to the violet ?
“ () yes,
46 If he be dead,-0 no, it cannot be,
thou hast no eyes to see, “ But hatefully at random dost thou hit.
“ Thy mark is feeble age ; but thy false dart “ Mistakes that aim, and cleaves an infant's heart.
“ Hadst thou but bid beware, then he had spoke, “ And hearing him, thy power had lost his power “ The destinies will curse thee for this stroke; "They bid thee crop a weed, thou pluck'st a
“ Love's golden arrow at him should have fled, “And not death's ebon dart, to strike him dead,
* Dost thou drink tears, that thou provok'st such
weeping? " What may a heavy groan advantage thee?
Why hast thou cast into eternal sleeping * Those eyes that taught all other eyes to see?
Now Nature cares not for thy mortal o vigour, - Since her best work is ruin'd with thy rigour.”
Here overcome, as one full of despair,
rain, And with his strong course opens them again.
O how her eyes and tears did lend and borrow! Her eyes seen in the tears, tears in her eye; Both crystals, where they view'd each other's
But like a stormy day, now wind, now rain,
Variable passions throng her constant woe,
40 vaild i e lowered
All entertain'd, each passion labours so,
But none is best; then join they all together,
By this, far off she hears some huntsman holla ;
For now reviving joy bids her rejoice,
Whereat her tears began to turn their tide,
To wash the foul face of the sluttish ground,
O hard-believing love, how strange it seems
The one doth flatter thee in thoughts unlikely,
Now she unweaves the web that she hath wrought;
Il-to 41 naught, 41 all-to; i.c entirely, altogether. Maione, not understand ing the expression, printed “all to"
Now she adds honours to his hateful name;
“ No, no," quoth she, “sweet Death, I did but jest; * Yet pardon me, I felt a kind of fear, só Whenas I met the boar that bloody beast, “ Which knows no pity, but is still severe;
" Then, gentle shadow, (truth I must confess) “ I rail'd on thee, fearing my love's decease.
“ 'Tis not my fault: the boar provok'd my tongue; “ Be wreak’d on him, invisible commander; “ 'Tis he, foul creature, that hath done thee wrong ; " I did but act, he's author of thy slander:
" Grief hath two tongues, and never woman yet “Could rule them both, without ten women's wit.”
Thus, hoping that Adonis is alive,
Tells him of trophies, statues, tombs; and stories
* () Jore,” quoth she, “ how much a fool was I, “ To be of such a weak and silly mind, * To wail his death, who lives, and must not die, “ Till mutual overthrow of mortal kind !