Laura. The Toyes of a Traveller. Or. The Feast of Fancie - Part 2, 36
The blood of faire Adonis, Venus changd
Into a Flower; who, whilst he did pursue
(In Forrest thicke, whereas he hunting rangd)
The savage Boare to kill, the Boare him slue:
Doo thou the like, sweet Love doo thou the same,
Whilst now my life doth languish through thy power,
And whilst my wound makes me for to remaine
Withouten blood, transform me to a flower:
That where I living cannot, dead I may
A loved Flower in Lauras bosome stay.
Into a Flower; who, whilst he did pursue
(In Forrest thicke, whereas he hunting rangd)
The savage Boare to kill, the Boare him slue:
Doo thou the like, sweet Love doo thou the same,
Whilst now my life doth languish through thy power,
And whilst my wound makes me for to remaine
Withouten blood, transform me to a flower:
That where I living cannot, dead I may
A loved Flower in Lauras bosome stay.
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