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VENUS and ADONIS.
Sometime he trots as if he told the steps,
With gentle Majesty, and modest pride,
Anon he rears upright, curvets and leaps;
As who should say, loe, thus my strength is tried,
And thus I do to captivate the eye,
Of the fair breeder that is standing by.
With gentle Majesty, and modest pride,
Anon he rears upright, curvets and leaps;
As who should say, loe, thus my strength is tried,
And thus I do to captivate the eye,
Of the fair breeder that is standing by.
What recketh he his Riders angry stur,
His flatt'ring Holla, or his Stand, I say?
What cares he now for curb, or pricking spur,
For rich caparisons, or trapping gay?
He sees his Love, and nothing else he sees:
Nor nothing else with his proud sight agrees.
His flatt'ring Holla, or his Stand, I say?
What cares he now for curb, or pricking spur,
For rich caparisons, or trapping gay?
He sees his Love, and nothing else he sees:
Nor nothing else with his proud sight agrees.
Look, when a Painter would surpass the life,
In limning out a well proportion'd Steed,
His Art, with Natures workmanship at strife,
As if the dead the living should exceed:
So did this horse excell a common one,
In shape, in courage, colour, pace, and bone.
In limning out a well proportion'd Steed,
His Art, with Natures workmanship at strife,
As if the dead the living should exceed:
So did this horse excell a common one,
In shape, in courage, colour, pace, and bone.
Round hooft, short joynted, fetlocks shag and long,
Broad brest, full eyes, small head, and nostril wide,
High crest, short ears, straight 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 so proud a back.
Broad brest, full eyes, small head, and nostril wide,
High crest, short ears, straight 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 so proud a back.
Sometimes he scuds far off, and there he stares;
Anon he starts at stirring of a Feather:
Anon he starts at stirring of a Feather:
To
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