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Even as the sun with purple-colored face
Had ta’en bis last leave of the weeping morn,
Rose-cheeked Adonis' hied him to the chase ;
Hunting he loved, but love he laughed to scorn ;
Sick-thoughted Venus makes amain unto him,
And like a bold-faced suitor, 'gins to woo him.
“ Thrice fairer than myself,” thus she began,
- The field's chief flower, sweet above compare,
Stain to all nymphs, more lovely than a man,
More white and red than doves or roses are;
Nature that made thee, with herself at strife,
Saith that the world hath ending with thy life.
1 Tlie poem of " Hero and Leander," although Marlowe's por. tion of it was not published till 1598, was probably well known in the poetical circles. The following lines are in the first ses. tyad :
“ The men of wealthy Sestos every year,
For his sake whom their goddess held so dear,
Rose-cheeked Adonis, kept a solemn feast.”
• Vouchsafe, thou wonder, to alight thy steed,
And rein his proud head to the saddle-bow;
If thou wilt deign this favor, for thy meed
A thousand honey-secrets shalt thou know:
Here come and sit, where never serpent hisses,
And being set I'll smother thee with kisses;
“ And yet not cloy thy lips with loathed satiety,
But rather famish them amid their plenty,
Making them red and pale with fresh variety,
Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty :
A summer's day will seem an hour but short,
Being wasted in such time-beguiling sport."
With this she seizeth on his sweating palm,
The precedent of pith and livelihood,
And, trembling in her passion, calls it balm,
Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good :
Being so enraged, desire doth lend her force,
Courageously to pluck him from his horse.
Over one arm the lusty courser's rein,
Under her other was the tender boy,
Who blushed and pouted in a dull disdain,
With leaden appetite, unapt to toy ;
She red and hot as coals of glowing fire,
Jle red for shame, but frosty in desire.
The studded bridle on a ragged bough
Nimbly she fastens; (0, how quick is love !)
The steed is stalled up, and even now
To tie the rider she begins to prove :
Backward she pushed him, as she would be thrust,
And governed him in strength, though not in lust.
So soon was she along, as he was down,
Each leaning on their elbows and their hips :
Now doth she stroke his cheek, now doth he frown,
And ’gins to chide, but soon she stops his lips ;
And kissing speaks, with lustful language broken,
“ If thou wilt chide, thy lips shall never open.”
He burns with bashful shame; she with her tears
Doth quench the maiden burning of his cheeks :
Then with her windy sighs, and golden hairs,
To fan and blow them dry again she seeks :
Ile saith she is immodest, blames her 'miss ; ?
What follows more, she murders with a kiss.
Even as an empty cagle, sharp by fast,
Tires? with her beak on feathers, flesh, and bone,
Shaking her wings, devouring all in haste,
Till either gorge be stuffed, or prey be gone;
Even so she kissed his brow, his check, his chin,
And where she ends she doth anew begin.
Forced to content, but never to obey,
Panting he lies, and breatheth in her face;
1 'Miss, amiss, fault. So in Sonnet CLI.:
“ Love is too young to know what conscience is;
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love ?
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove."
2 Tires, tears, preys. The image is to be found without varje
ation in Henry VI. Part III. Act 1. Sc. I. :-
" Revenged may she be on that hateful duke ;
Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire,
Will cost my crown, and, like an empty eagle,
Tire on the flesh of me and of my son.”
She feedeth on the steam, as on a prey,
And calls it heavenly moisture, air of grace,
Wishing her cheeks were gardens full of flowers,
So they were dewed with such distilling showers.
Look how a bird lies tangled in a net;
So fastened in her arms Adonis lies;
Pure shame and awed resistance made him fret,
Which bred more beauty in his angry eyes :
Rain added to a river that is rank,
Perforce will force it overflow the bank.
Still she entreats, and prettily entreats,
For to a pretty ear she tunes her tale ;
Still is he sullen, still he lowers and frets,
'Twixt crimson shame, and anger ashy pale;
Being red, she loves him best; and being white,
Her best is bettered with a more delight.
Look how he can, she cannot choose but love;
And by her fair immortal hand she swears
From his sost bosom never to remove,
Till he take truce with her contending tears,
Which long have rained, making her cheeks all
And one sweet kiss shall pay this countless deht.
Upon this promise did he raise his chin,
Like a di-dapper? peering through a wave,
1 Rank, full. Rank is often used to express excess or violence generally; and rankness is applied to a flood, in King John, Act v Sc. iv.:
" And like a bated and retired flood,
Leaving our rankness and irregular course." 2 Di-dapper. This is generally printed dive-dapper, without any