Whose vulture thought doth pitch the price so high, That she will draw his lips' rich treasure dry: And having felt the sweetness of the spoil, With blindfold fury she begins to forage; Her face doth reek and smoke, her blood doth boil, And careless lust stirs up a desperate courage, Planting oblivion, beating reason back,

Now doth she stroke his cheek, now doth he frown, And 'gins to chide, but soon she stops his lips, And kissing speaks, with lustful language broken, 'If thou wilt chide, thy lips shall never open.' He burns with bashful shame; she with her tears Doth quench the maiden burning of his cheeks; Then with her windy sighs and golden hairs

2015年7月31日 · Doth make them droop with grief and hang the head. “What should I do, seeing thee so indeed, That tremble at th’ imagination? The thought of it doth make my faint heart bleed, 670 And fear doth teach it divination. I prophesy thy death, my living sorrow, If thou encounter with the boar tomorrow.

2023年4月9日 · And having felt the sweetness of the spoil, With blind-fold fury she begins to forrage, Her face doth reek and smoak, her bloud doth boyl, And careless lust stirs up a desperate courage: Planting oblivion, beating reason back, Forgetting …

Her face doth reek and smoke, her blood doth boil, And careless lust stirs up a desperate courage; Planting oblivion, beating reason back, Forgetting shame's pure blush and honour's wrack.[558] Hot, faint, and weary, with her hard embracing, Like a wild bird being tamed with too much handling, Or as the fleet-foot roe that's tired with chasing,

So soon was she along as he was down, Each leaning on their elbows and their hips: 45 Now doth she stroke his cheek, now doth he frown, And 'gins to chide, but soon she stops his lips; And kissing speaks, with lustful language broken, 'If thou wilt chide, thy lips shall never open.'

555Her face doth reek and smoke, her blood doth boil, 556And careless lust stirs up a desperate courage, 557 Planting oblivion, beating reason back, 558 Forgetting shame's pure blush and honor's wrack. 94 559Hot, faint, and weary, with her hard embracing, 560Like a wild bird being tamed with too much handling,

She is presented as lustful and insatiable: “her face doth reek and smoke, her blood doth boil” (Line 555). Adonis finally stops resisting, “Like a wild bird being tam’d with too much handling” (Line 560)—another of the many images and similes in …

Her face doth reek and smoke, her blood doth boil, And careless lust stirs up a desperate courage, Planting oblivion, beating reason back, Forgetting shame's pure blush and honour's wrack.

Venus' burning passion for Adonis powers the action. The lusty, "sick-thoughted" goddess "pants" and "sweats"; "Her face doth reek and smoke, her blood doth boil" (1. 555).