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Achilles's Concealment


A Lover's Complaint


The Epistle of Paris to Helen


Helanata Paris

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Vilia miretur vulgus, mihi flavus Apollo
Pocula Caftaliâ plena miniftret aqua.

Ovid. Amor. l. 1. El. 15. To the Right Honourable


Earl of Southampton, and Baron of Tichfield.

Right Honourable, I know not how I shall offend, in dedicating my unpolished lines to your lordship; nor how the world will censure me, for chusing so strong a prop to support fo weak a burden: only if your honour seem but pleased, I account myself highly praised, and vow to take advantage of all idle hours, till I have honoured you with some graver labour. But if the first heir of my invention prove deformed, I fhall be sorry it had fo noble a godfather, and never after ear su barren a land, for fear it yield me still so bad a harvest. I leave it to your honourable survey, and


honour to your heart's content; which I wish may always answer your own wish, and the world's hopeful expectation.

Your Honour's in all duty,

Will. Shakespear. VENUS and ADONIS.

lines, and

Even as the fun, with purple-coloured face,

"Remark Had ta’en his last leave of the weeping morn,

the huRose-cheek'd Adonis hied him to the chase::

manizing Hunting he lov’d, but love he laugh’d to scorn.

imagery Sick-thoughted Venus makes amain unto him,

circumst , And like a bold-fac'd fuitor ’gins to woo him.

a 9 Thrice fairer than myself! (thus she began)

first toon The fields sweet flower ! sweet above compare ! Stain to all nymphs ! more lovely than a man!

the activity More white and red, than doves or roses are !

of thorpha Nature, that made thee with herself at strife,

in the play Saith, that the world hath ending with thy life.

Munde in Vouchsafe, thou wonder! to alight thy steed, the fourth And rein his proud head to the saddle-bow;

line.hu If thou wilt deign this favour, for thy meed,

bhole san A thousand honey secrets shalt thou know. Here come and fit, where serpent never hisses,

=zan presento And being set, I'll smother thee with kisles.

at once

the time, And yet not cloy thy lips with loathed satiety,

the appears But rather familh them amid their plenty ; Making them red and pale with fresh variety :

sance of the . Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty.

morning, A summer's day will seem an hour but short, Being wasted in such time-beguiling sport.

ten puring

die kinety charretrize, and in it simples renesant the reader in potention of the whale egument of the poem "LI.C.


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