William Shakespeare

Venus and Adonis William Shakespeare

Even as the sun with purple-colour'd faceHad ta'en his last leave of the weeping morn, Rose-cheek'd Adonis hied him to the chase; Hunting he lov'd, but love he laugh'd to scorn; 4Sick-thoughted Venus makes amain unto him, And like a bold-fac'd suitor 'gins to woo him."Thrice fairer than myself," thus she began,"The field's chief flower, sweet above compare, 8Stain 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. 12"Vouchsafe, thou wonder, to alight thy steed, And rein his proud head to the saddle-bow; If thou wilt deign this favour, for thy meedA thousand honey secrets shalt thou know: 16Here 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, 20Making 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." 24With this she seizeth on his sweating palm, The precedent of pith and livelihood, And trembling in her passion, calls it balm,3Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good: 28Being so enrag'd, desire doth lend her forceCourageously to pluck him from his horse. Over one arm the lusty courser's rein, Under her other was the tender boy, 32Who blush'd and pouted in a dull disdain, With leaden appetite, unapt to toy; She red and hot as coals of glowing fire, He red for shame, but frosty in desire. 36The studded bridle on a ragged boughNimbly she fastens;-O! how quick is love!-The steed is stalled up, and even nowTo tie the rider she begins to prove: 40Backward she push'd him, as she would be thrust, And govern'd him in strength, th