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Nature that made thee, with herself at strife,
Saith that the world hath ending with thy...
Once more the engine of her thoughts began:
Source: Venus and Adonis, 367.
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Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime
Rot and consume themselves in little...
But when her lips were ready for his pay,
He winks, and turns his lips another way.
Narcissus so himself himself forsook,
And died to kiss his shadow in the brook.
To the orbed earth; sometimes they do extend
Their view right on; anon their gazes lend
To every place at once,...
Of folded schedules had she many a one,
Which she perused, sigh'd, tore, and gave the flood;
Crack'd many a ring...
From off a hill whose concave womb reworded
A plaintful story from a sistering vale,
My spirits to attend this...
For when we rage, advice is often seen
By blunting us to make our wits more keen.
Nor gives it satisfaction to our blood,
That we must curb it upon others' proof;
To be forbod the sweets that...