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PUBLISHER'S NOTICE - Christopher Marlowe, The Works of Christopher Marlowe, vol. 3 (Poems) [1598]

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The Works of Christopher Marlowe, ed. A.H. Bullen (London: John C. Nimmo, 1885). Vol. 3.

Part of: The Works of Christopher Marlowe, 3 vols.

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Ἁδυμελεῖ

θάμα μὲν φόρμιγγι παμφώνοισί τ᾽ ἐν ἔντεσιν αὐλǶν.

Pindar, Olymph. VII.

PUBLISHER'S NOTICE

Four hundard copies of this Edition have been printed and the type distributed. No more will be published.

  • The outside of her garments were of lawn,
  • The lining purple silk, with gilt stars drawn;

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  • Her wide sleeves green, and border'd with a grove,
  • Where Venus in her naked glory strove
  • To please the careless and disdainful eyes
  • Of proud Adonis, that before her lies;
  • Her kirtle blue, whereon was many a stain,
  • Made with the blood of wretched lovers slain.
  • Upon her head she ware1 a myrtle wreath,
  • From whence her veil reach'd to the ground beneath:
  • Her veil was artificial flowers and leaves,
  • Whose workmanship both man and beast deceives:

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  • Many would praise the sweet smell as she past,
  • When ‘twas the odour which her breath forth cast;
  • And there for honey bees have sought in vain,
  • And, beat from thence, have lighted there again.
  • About her neck hung chains of pebble-stone,
  • Which, lighten'd by her neck, like diamonds shone.
  • She ware no gloves; for neither sun nor wind
  • Would burn or parch her hands, but, to her mind,
  • Or warm or cool them, for they took delight
  • To play upon those hands, they were so white.

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  • Buskins of shells, all silver'd, usèd she,
  • And branch'd with blushing coral to the knee;
  • Where sparrows perch'd of hollow pearl and gold,
  • Such as the world would wonder to behold:
  • Those with sweet water oft her handmaid fills,
  • Which as she went, would cherup through the bills.

[1]Some editions give “wore.”