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    Venus and Adonis
    Venus and Adonis
    Venus and Adonis
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    Venus and Adonis

    By William Shakespeare

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    Venus and Adonis is a poem by William Shakespeare, written in 1592-93, with a plot based on passages from Ovid's Metamorphoses. It is a complex, kaleidoscopic work, using constantly shifting tone and perspective to present contrasting views of the nature of love.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherFlip
    Release dateJun 13, 2018
    ISBN9782291037842
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    William Shakespeare

    William Shakespeare is the world's greatest ever playwright. Born in 1564, he split his time between Stratford-upon-Avon and London, where he worked as a playwright, poet and actor. In 1582 he married Anne Hathaway. Shakespeare died in 1616 at the age of fifty-two, leaving three children—Susanna, Hamnet and Judith. The rest is silence.

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      Venus and Adonis - William Shakespeare

      Venus and Adonis

      Venus and Adonis

      William Shakespeare

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      No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

      Part 1

      Introduction

      Part 2

      VENUS AND ADONIS

        EVEN as the sun with purple-colour'd face

      Had ta'en his last leave of the weeping morn,

      Rose-cheek'd Adonis hied him to the chase;

      Hunting he loved, but love he laugh'd to scorn;

      Sick-thoughted Venus makes amain unto him,

      And like a bold-faced suitor 'gins to woo him.

      'Thrice-fairer than myself,' thus she began,

      'The field's chief flower, sweet above compare,

      Stain to all nymphs, more lovely than a man,

      More white and red than doves or roses are;

      Nature that made thee, with herself at strife,

      Saith that the world hath ending with thy life.

      'Vouchsafe, thou wonder, to alight thy steed,

      And rein his proud head to the saddle-bow;

      If thou wilt deign this favour, for thy meed

      A thousand honey secrets shalt thou know:

      Here come and sit, where never serpent hisses,

      And being set, I'll smother thee with kisses;

      'And yet not cloy thy lips with loathed satiety,

      But rather famish them amid their plenty,

      Making them red and pale with fresh variety,

      Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty:

      A summer's day will seem an hour but short,

      Being wasted in such time-beguiling sport.'

      With this she seizeth on his sweating palm,

      The precedent of pith and livelihood,

      And trembling in her passion, calls it balm,

      Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good:

      Being so enraged, desire doth lend her force

      Courageously to pluck him from his horse.

      Over one arm the lusty courser's rein,

      Under her other was the tender boy,

      Who blush'd and pouted in a dull disdain,

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