Venus By Adonis' Side Crying Kiss'D, And Kissing Cried, Wrung Her Hands And Tore Her Hair For Adonis Dying There. Stay (Quoth She) O Stay And Live! Nature Surely Doth Not Give To The Earth Her Sweetest Flowers To Be Seen But Some Few Hours. On His Face, Still As He Bled For Each Drop A Tear She Shed, Which She Kiss'D Or Wip'D Away, Else Had Drown'D Him Where He Lay. Fair Proserpina (Quoth She) Shall Not Have Thee Yet From Me; Nor My Soul To Fly Begin While My Lips Can Keep It In. Here She Clos'D Again. And Some Say Apollo Would Have Come To Have Cur'D His Wounded Limb, But That She Had Smothered Him. From Britannia'S Pastorals.