remains unmoved by her "idle over-handled theme," abruptly rejecting her argument that love is based on beauty: "You do it for increase: O strange excuse, / When reason is the bawd to lust's abuse!" Exclaiming then that love has fled the earth, Adonis unwittingly forecasts the end of the poem.
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After Adonis leaves to hunt the boar, Venus sings a woeful ditty, "How love is wise in folly, foolish witty" (which Chapman may have recalled in Corynna's song in The Banquet of Sense ) where "loving proves . . . our wisdom, folly." On discovering Adonis's gored body, Venus offers a lament prophesying the many ills that will henceforth attend on love. Plucking the checkered purple flower that has sprung up from his body and "weary of the world," she is conveyed through empty skies.
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The poem exhibits its author's virtuosity in handling rhetorical techniques, ranging from hyperbole to aphorism to extravagant conceit; these are offset by realistic passages (such as the episode of the stallion pursuing the mare) and comic touches (even Adonis is moved to smile at Venus's fervency). Yet a serious note is struck in the emphasis on love as a means to arrest the evanescence of beautyif love is dead, "black Chaos comes again."
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While Venus and Adonis is also written in sixains, Hero and Leander is in coupletsfrequently end-stopped but sometimes racing along for a half-dozen lines in a rapid narrative flow. By studding the poems with aphorisms, hyperbolic conceits, and witty oxymorons, Marlowe exploits the ironic situation of a novice lover wooing a "nun" sworn to the "priesthood" of Venus. The occasion is the feast of "rose-cheek'd" Adonis; the site a temple of Venus, which the poet describes in lavish detailincluding a run-through of mythological figures who have also responded to the compulsion of love:
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| | The walls were of discoloured jasper stone, Wherein was Proteus carved, and o'rehead, A lively vine of green sea-agate spread; Where by one hand, light-headed Bacchus hung, And with the other, wine from grapes out-wrung, Of crystal shining fair, the pavement was, The town of Sestos call'd it Venus glass, There might you see the gods in sundry shapes, Committing heady riots, incest, rapes: For know, that underneath this radiant floor, Was Danae's statue in a brazen tower,
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