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Even as the sun with purple-colour’d face
Even as the sun with purple-colour’d face Had ta’en his last leave of the weeping morn, Rose-cheek’d Adonis tried him to the chase; Hunting he lov’d, but love he laugh’d to scorn: Sick-thoughted Venus makes amain unto him, And like a bold-fac’d suitor gins to woo him.
Just like the sun with a purple face Had taken his last goodbye from the crying morning, Rosy-cheeked Adonis went out to hunt; He loved hunting, but he laughed at love: Love-struck Venus hurried towards him, And like a bold suitor started to court him.