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And so in spight of death thou dost survive,
In that thy likeness still is left alive.

By this, the Love-sick Queen began to sweat,
For where they lay, the shadow had forsook them,
And Titan tyred in the mid-day heat,
With burning eye did hotly overlook them,
Wishing Adonis had his team to guide,
So he were like him and by Venus side.

And now Adonis with a lazy spright,
And with a heavy dark disliking eye,
His lowring brows o'rewhelming his fair sight,
Like misty vapours, when they blot the sky,
Sowring his cheeks, cryes fie, no more of love,
The Sun doth burn my face, I must remove:

Ah me (quoth Venus) young and so unkind?
What bare excuses mak'st thou to be gone?
I'le sigh celestial breath, whose gentle wind
Shall cool the heat of this descending Sun:
I'le make a shadow for thee of my hairs,
If they burn too, I'le quench them with my tears.

The Sun that shines from heaven shines but warm,
And loe, I lie between that Sun and thee:
The heat I have from thence doth little harm,
Thine eye darts forth the fire that burneth me.
And were I not immortal, life were done
Between this heavenly and earthly Sun.

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