The Passionate Pilgrim
Venus, with young Adonis sitting by her
Under a myrtle, shade, began to woo him:
She told the youngling how god Mars did try her.
And as he fell to her, so fell she to him.
'Even thus', quoth she, 'the war-like god embraced me,'
And then she clipp'd Adonis in her arms;
'Even thus,' quoth she, 'the war-like god unlaced me,'
As if the boy should use like loving charms.
'Even thus,' quoth she, 'he seized me on the lips,'
And with her lips on his did act the seizure;
And as she fetched breath, away he skips,
And would not take her meaning nor her pleasure.
Ah! that I had my lady at this bay,
To kiss and clip me till I ran away