Venus and Adonis E-Book

William Shakespeare

• Herausgeber: Ktoczyta.pl
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

By the time of the author’s death, at least ten editions of the poem had been published. Adonis is preparing for a hunt; Venus is trying in every way to seduce him. Passion flares up between them, but Adonis believes that he is too young for romance novels and he is more interested in hunting. Soon Adonis dies due to an accident during a hunt.

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Right Honourable,

I Know not how I shall offend in dedicating my unpolisht Lines to your Lordship, nor how the World will censure me for choosing so strong a prop to support so weak a burthen: 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 shall be sorry it had so noble a Godfather, and never after ear so barren a Land for fear it yield me still so bad a harvest. I leave it to your honourable survey, and your Honour to your hearts content; which I wish may always answer your own wish, and the world’s hopeful expectation.

Your Honours in all duty,

WILL. SHAKESPEARE.

Even as the Sun with purple coloured Face, Had ta’n his last Leave of the weeping Morn, Rose-cheek’d Adonis hied him to the chase: Hunting he lov’d, but Love he laught to scorn: ⁠Sick-thoughted Venus makes amain unto him, ⁠And like a bold-fac’d Suterr ‘gins to woo him.

Thrice fairer than my self (thus she began) The Fields 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 her self 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 hony Secrets shalt thou know: ⁠Here come and sit, where Serpent never hisses, ⁠And being set, I’ll smother thee with kisses.

And yet not cloy thy lips with loath’d 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 President of pith and livelihood, And trembling in her Passion calls it balm, Earth’s sovereign salve to do a Goddess good: ⁠Being so enrag’d, desire doth lend her force, ⁠Couragiously to pluck him from his horse.