The plays & poems of Robert Greene Edited with introductions and notes by J. Churton Collins |
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XL
SONNET OR DITTIE.
Mars in a fury gainst loues brightest Queene
Put on his helme and tooke him to his launce:
On Erecynus mount was Mauors seene,
And there his ensignes did the god aduance.
And by heauens greatest gates he stowtly swore,
Venus should die for she had wrongd him sore.
Put on his helme and tooke him to his launce:
On Erecynus mount was Mauors seene,
And there his ensignes did the god aduance.
And by heauens greatest gates he stowtly swore,
Venus should die for she had wrongd him sore.
Cupid heard this and he began to cry,
And wisht his mothers absence for a while:
Peace, foole, quoth Venus, is it I must die?
Must it be Mars? with that she coind a smile:
She trimd hir tresses and did curle hir haire,
And made hir face with beautie passing faire.
And wisht his mothers absence for a while:
Peace, foole, quoth Venus, is it I must die?
Must it be Mars? with that she coind a smile:
She trimd hir tresses and did curle hir haire,
And made hir face with beautie passing faire.
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A fan of siluer feathers in hir hand,
And in a coach of Ebony she went:
She past the place where furious Mars did stand,
And out hir lookes a louely smile she sent,
Then from hir browes lept out so sharpe a frowne,
That Mars for feare threwe all his armour downe.
And in a coach of Ebony she went:
She past the place where furious Mars did stand,
And out hir lookes a louely smile she sent,
Then from hir browes lept out so sharpe a frowne,
That Mars for feare threwe all his armour downe.
He vowd repentance for his rash misdeede,
Blaming his choller that had causd his woe:
Venus grew gratious, and with him agred,
But chargd him not to threaten beautie so,
For womens lookes are such inchaunting charmes,
As can subdue the greatest god in armes.
Blaming his choller that had causd his woe:
Venus grew gratious, and with him agred,
But chargd him not to threaten beautie so,
For womens lookes are such inchaunting charmes,
As can subdue the greatest god in armes.
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