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Round-hooft, short-jointed, setlocks shag and long,
Broad breast, sull eyes, small head, and nostril wide,
High crest, short ears, strait legs, and passing strong,
Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide.
Look, what a horse should have, he did not lack,
Save a proud rider on fo proud a back.

Sometimes he scuds far off, and there he stares;
Anon he starts at stirring of a seather:
To bid the wind abase he now prepares,
And where he run, or fly, theyknow not whither.
For thro' his mane and tail the high wind sings,
Fanning the hairs which heave like seather'd wings.

He looks upon his love, and neighs unto her;

She answers him, as if she knew his mind:

Being proud, as semales are, to see him woo her,.

She puts on outward strangeness, seems unkind,
Spurns at his love, and scorns the heat he seels,
Beating his kind embracements with her heels.

Then, like a melancholy malecontent,
He veils his tail; that like a falling prume,
Cool shadow to his melting buttocks lent;
He stamps and bites the poor flies in his sume:
His love perceiving how he is enrag'd,
Grew kinder, and his sury was assuag'd.

His teasty master goes about to take him,
When lo! the unback'd breeder, sull of sear,
Jealous of catching, swiftly doth forsake him,
With her the horse, and left Adonis there.

As they were mad, unto the wood they hie them,
Out-stripping crows, that strive to over-fly them.

All swoln with chasing, down Adonis sits,.

Banning his boist'rous and unruly beast.

And now the happy seafon once more sits,

That love-sick Love, by pleading may be blest. For lovers fay, the heart hath treble wrong, When it is barr'd the aidance of the tongue.

An oven that is stopp'd, or river staid,

Burneth more hotly, fwelleth with more rage :.

So of concealed sorrow may be faid;

Free vent of words love's sire doth. assuage:
But when the heart's attorney once is mute,.
The client breaks, as desperate in his suit.

He sees her coming, and begins to glow,
Even as a dying.coal revives with wind;
And with his bonnet hides his angry brow,
Looks on the dull earth with disturbed mind
Taking no notice, that she is so nigh,
For all askance he holds her in his eye.

O! what a sight it was wistly to view
How she came stealing to the wayward boy ; ..
To note the sighting conflict of her hue,
How white, and red each other did destroy!
But now her cheek was pale, and by and by
It slash'd forth sire, as lightning from the sky..

Now was slie just before him, as he fat,
And like a lowly lover down she kneels;
With one fair hand she heaveth up his hat,
Her other tender hand his fair. cheeks seels:

His tender cheeks receive her foft hand's print,
As apt, as new-fallen snow takes any dint.

©! what a war of looks was then between them!

Her eyes petitioners to his eyes suing;

His eyes faw her eyes, as they had not seen them;

Her eyes woo'd still, his eyes disdain'd the wooing: And all this dumb play had his acts made plain, With tears, which chorus-like, her eyes did rain.

Full gently. now she takes him by the hand,

A lily prison'd in a jail of snow,

Or ivory in an alabaster band,

So white a friend ingirts fo white a foe!"

This beauteous combat, wilsul and unwilling, Shew'd like to silver doves, that sit a billing.

Once more the engine of her thoughts began:

O fairest mover on this mortal round!

Would thou wert, as I .am, and La man,

My heart all whole, as thine, thy.heart my wound. For one sweet look my help I would assure thee, Tht>' nothing butmy body's bane would cure thee.

Give me my hand (faith he) why dost thou seel it? Give me thy heart (faith she) and thou shalt have it.

0! give it me, lest thy hard heart do steel it;
And being steel'd, foft sighs can never grave if:

Then love's deep groans I never shall regard,
Because Adonis' heart hath made mine hard.

For shame, he cries, let go, and let me go,
My day's delight is past, my horse is gone,.
And 'tis your. fault, I am bereft him so:

1 pray you hence, and leave me here alone.

For all my mind, my thought, my busy care*
Is how to get my palfrey from the mare.

Thus she replies: Thy palfrey, as he should,.

Welcomes the warm approach of sweet desire:

Assection is a coal, that must be cool'd;

Else, susser'd, it will set the heart on sire.

The sea hath bounds, but deep desire hath none ;. Therefore no marvel tho' thy horse begone.

How like a jade he stood, ty'd to a tree,

Servilely mastred with a leathern rein!

But when he faw his love, his youth's fair see,

He held such petty bondage in disdain;

Throwing the base thong'from his bending crests -
Ensranchising his mouth, his back, his brealt.

Who sees his true love in her naked. bed,
Teaching the sheets a whiter hue than white,
But when his glutton eye fo sull hath sed,
His other agents aim at like delight?

Who is so faint, that dare not be fo bold
To touch the sire, the weather being.cold?

Let me excuse thy courser, gentle boy, /

And learn of him, I heartily beseech thee,

To take advantage on presented joy;

Tho' I were dumb, yet his proceedings teach thee.
O! learn to love, the lesson is but plain,
And once made persect, never lost again.

I know not love (quoth he) nor will 1 know if,
Unless it be a boar, and then I chase it;
'Tis much to borrow, and I will not owe it,
My love to love, is love but to disgrace it;
For I have heard it is a lise in death,
That laughs, and weeps, and all but in a breath.
Who wears a garment shapeless and unsinish'd
Who plucks the bud before one leas put forth?
If springing things be any jot diminish'd,
They wither in their prime, prove nothing worth.

The colt that's back'd, and burn'd being young, ' .

Loseth his pride, and never waxeth strong.

You hurt my hand with wringing: let us part,
And leave this idle theme, this bootless chat;
Remove your siege from my unyielding heart,
To love's alarm it will not ope the gate.

Dismiss your vows, your seigned tears, yoursiatt'ry;
For where a heart is hard, they make no batt'ry.

What! can'stthou talk? (quoth she)hastthoua tongue?

0! would thou had'st not, or I had no hearing! Thy mermaid's voice hath done me double wrong!

1 had my load before, now press'd with bearing.

Melodious discord! heavenly tune harsh-sounding!

Earth's deep sweet musick! and heart's deep fore

Had I no eyes, but ears, my ears would love
That inward beauty, and invisible:
Or were I deas, thy outward parts would move
Each part of me, that were but sensible.

Tho' neither eyes, nor ears to hear nor see,

Yet should I be in love, by touching thee.

Say, that the sense of reason were bereft me,
And that I could not see, nor hear, nor touch;
And nothing but the very smell were left me,
Yet would my love to thee be still as much:
For from the stillatory of thy face excelling,
Comes breath persum'd, that breedeth love by

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