VENUS

Why does Adonis fly the Queen of love? And shun this Ivory girdle of my arms? To be thus scarft the dreadful God of war Would give me conquered kingdoms: For a kiss (But half Like this) I could command the Sun Rise before his hour, to bed before his time: And (being lovesick) change his golden beams, And make his sace pale, as his sifter Moon. Come, let us tumble on this violet bank: Prithee be wanton; let us toy and play, Thy Icy fingers warm between my breasts; Look on me Adonis with a steadfast eye, That in these Crystal glasses I may see My beauty, that charms Gods, makes men amazed, And stound with wonder: does this roseate pillow Offend my love? come, wallow in my lap, With my white fingers I will clap thy cheek, Whisper a thousand pleasures in thine ear. Thou art not man; yet were't thou made of stone, I have heat to melt thee. I am Queen of love, There is no practive art of dalliance Of which I am not Mistress, and can use. I have kisses that can murder unkind words, And strangle hatred, that the gall sends forth: Touches to raise thee, were thy spirits half dead: Words that can pour affection down thine ears. Love me! thou canst not choose, thou shalt not choose. Am I not Venus? Hadst thou Cupid's arrows, I should have took thee to have been my son: Art thou so Like him, and yet canst not love? I think you are brother's. Thou canst instruct the Queen of love in love. Thou shalt not ( Adonis ) take me by the hand; Yet if thou needs wilt force me, theres my palm. Il'e frown on him (alas! my brow's so smooth It will not bear a wrinkle:) hie thee hence Unto the chase, and leave me: but not yet, Il'e sleep this night upon Endymions bank, On which the Swain was courted by the Moon. Dare not to come, thou art in our disgrace; (Yet if thou come I can afford thee place.) Swee whither? What does thou hunt? I beshrew thee boy, That very word struck from my heart all joy: It startled me, me thinks I see thee die By that rude Boar. Hunt thou the be sts that fly, The wanton Squirr ll, or the trembling Hare, The crafty Fox: these pastimes fea clesse are. The greedy Wolves, and fierce Bears armed with claws, Rough shouldered Lyons, such as glut their jaws With heards at once, Fell Boars, let them pass by, Adonis, these look not with thy Venus you. They judge not beauty, nor distinguish you h, These are their prey; My pity, love and ruth Lives not in them. O to thy self be kind, Thou from their mouths, my kisses shalt not find. Thou art to de his savage throat to feast. Forbear. Appoint when we shall meet. Farewell sweet. Adonis, guard thee well, express Thy love to me, in being of thy self Careful and chary: they that raze thy skin Wound me. Be wise my Adonis. But lip-labour, yet ill left out. Adonis, thou that makest Venus a Huntress, Leave Paphos, Gnidon, Eryx, Erecine, And Amathon, with precious metals big, Mayest thou this day live bucklerd in our wing, And shadowed in the amorous power of love: My swan's I have vnyoakt, and from their necks Taken of their bridles made of twisted silk. And from my chariot stuck with Doves white plumes Lighted upon this verdure, where the Boar Hath in his fury snowed his scattered foam. What cry was that? It was Adonis sure. That piercesant shriek shrild through the musical pipes Of his sweet voices organs, thou Diana If thou hast sent this fiend to ruin love, Or print the least skarre in my Adonis flesh Thy chastity I will abandon quite, And with my looseness, blast thy Cinthian light. How can I hate; that am the Queen of love? Or practice ought against my native power? As I one day, played with my Cupid's shafts, The wanton with his arrow razed my skin. Trust me, at first I did neglect the smart: At length it rankled, and it grew unsound, Till he that now lies wounded, cut my wound. Why met we else? Here is a place remote, And obscure cave, fit for our amorous sport: In this dark cavern we'll securely rest, And Mars shall add unto my Vulcan's crest. But how if we be spied? For all the world I would not have the Sun Discover our sweet sport, or see whats done. Love answers love, desire with ardor meets, Both which this night shall taste a thousand sweets. We are betrayed, the blab will tell the Smith, Our love will come to th'eare of upiter And all the other Gods, what will Diana Say when she hears of our inchastity? Or how will Juno take this spouse-breach from us? See where he snorts, the slave is dead asleep. The slaves right served, let this his punishment Live to all ages, and let Gall S name Thy joust revenge to all the world proclaim. But whither shall we now? Will you leave me then To Vulcan's rage, no let us once more meet In Paphos, and if Vulcan needs will chide Give him some cause. Content sweet Mars, and since that he was born To be a Cuckold, let's augmennt his horn. He's limping thus, and Like a cripple halts From Forge to Furnace; where were Venus eyes, When she made choice of that foul polt-foot Smith, He smells all smoke, and with his nasty sweat Tawnies my skin, out on him ugly knave, Mars is my love, and he my sweets shall have. Come God of war, I'll teach thee a new skirmish, better far Then thy stern battles, meet me with a kiss Which I retort thus, there's spirit in this, What's he would play the coward and turn face, When such sweet amorous combats are in place? My hight encounters, leave me wound nor skarr Yet naked I dare meet the God of War. Come tumble in my lap, great Mars I dare To do his worst. Canst thou use Venus thus? O! I could cry for anger. Sweet Vulcan let me lose. Vulc. When Gods and men Have seen thy shame, but (strumpet) not till then. Leave those, turn head, choose those thou mayest pur sue You're not mine eyes, for they to fee him dead Would from their soft beds drop upon the earth: Or in their own warm liquid moisture drown Their native brightness: th'art not Venus heart, For were't thou mine, at this sad spectacle Th'dst break these ribs though they were made of brass, And leap out of my bosom instantly. My sorrows Like a populous throng, all striving At once to pass through some enforced breach, In stead of winning passage stop the way, And so the greatest hast, breeds the most stay. O me! my multiplicity of sorrows, Makes me almost forget to grieve at all. Speak, speak, my Adonis, thou whom death hath fed on Ere thou wast yet full ripe; and this thy beauty's Devoured ere tasted. Eye, where's now thy brightness? Or hand thy warmth? O that such lovely parts Should be by death thus made unserviceable. That (livest then) had the power to intrance Jove: Ravish, amaze, and surfeit, all these pleasures Venus hath lost by thy untimely fallen. And therefore for thy death eternally Venus shall mourn; Earth shall thy trunk devour, But thy lives blood I'll turn into a flower, And every Month in solemn rights deplore, This beauteous Greek slain by Diana's Boar. Sweet vulcan. No fool, before I did offend with fear, My gilded was but suspected, but not proved: And therefore I selected privacy, Closeness of place, and bashfully transgressed; But since both Gods and men now know my sin, Why should I dread to say I love God Mars? What help hast thou in proving thy wife false? Only to make me do with impudence, What I before with fear did, on thy self Brought a most certain shame, where it before Was but suspected. Now fare well jealous fool, for my disgrace, Him whom I love, I blushless thus embrace, And may all such as would their wives so take, (Although they might) be served thus for thy sake.