the Surgion please.
And this I vow, water shall turne to fire,
Huge massie mountaines to the clouds aspire;
The Sun shall leaue his course, the Moon her brightnes,
Night turne to day, and day shall lose his lightnes;
Fishes shall flye, birds swimme; and Hare shall hunt
The Hound, which to pursue the Hare vvas wont:
Ayre, Earth, Fire, VVater, all things which you view
Shall change their natures, ere I turne from you:
And longer then I breathe a loyall friend,
Let me (o heauens) endure a wicked end.
Silence (quoth she) and here let cease thy sute,
Cause of distrust in loue did make me mute:
Aske why I yeelded in so short a season,
Because I loue, that is a womans reason.
Yet Maides are fearefull; for by mens abuse,
Courting is turned to a common vse,
How is he held, that cannot in these dayes
Fash'on his words to each fantasticke phrase?
VVhich makes vs oft with one word to debase
Him from our bosomes, whom our hearts imbrace:
And, as you men doe for a Prouerbe make it,
That which we loue we oft say nay and take it.
Delayes breede danger, wherefore what I said,
And what agrees with Honour, and a Maid,
I yeeld to thee, but yet on this condition,
Thou shalt not dare t'attempt the least fruition
Of my chaste thoughts, by drawing them aside,
Before in wedlocke I am made thy Bride.
This said; shee to the Court, hee to his Hounds,
_W_here they had slaine a Bore, whose bloud abounds:
Glad of his prey, he hastneth home amaine,
VVith short returne he comes to her againe,
And hauing ioyn'd themselues in _Hymens_ bands,
The sacred Priest vniteth heart and hands:
They reape those ioyes which elder louers know,
And thus my Tale doth end, thus ends their woe.

_FINIS._

THE
SCOVRGE
OF VENVS.

_OR_,

The wanton Lady.

_WITH_

THE RARE BIRTH
OF _ADONIS._

Written by _H. A._

_LONDON_

Printed by _Nicholas Okes_ dwelling
neere _Holborne-bridge._
1613.

_To the Reader._

_Gentlemen, if your fancy will permit you to fauour this booke, I
shall be thankfull, if not, I can but repent at the charge of the
Impression, I meane but little gaine to my selfe, yet much pleasure to
you, if it were my owne wit, and you condemne it, I should be ashamed
of my publicke intrusion, but since it was the labour of a man
wel-deseruing, forbeare open reprehending, for, as I haue heard, 'twas
done for his pleasure,