Shakespeare wastes no words on Aurora and her feelings, but gets to his hero and to business without ado:—
Even as the sun with purple-colour'd face—
(You have the sun visualised at once),
Even as the sun with purple-colour'd face
Had ta'en his last leave of the weeping morn,
Rose-cheek'd Adonis hied him to the chase;
Hunting he loved, but love he laugh'd to scorn.
When Shakespeare has to describe a horse, mark how definite he is:—
Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long,
Broad breast, full eye, small head and nostril wide,
High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong;
Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide.
Or again, in a casual simile, how definite:—
Upon this promise did he raise his chin,
Like a dive-dipper peering through a wave,
Which, being look'd on, ducks as quickly in.
Or take, if you will, Marlowe's description of Hero's first meeting
Leander:—
It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is over-ruled by fate…,
and set against it Shakespeare's description of Venus' last meeting with Adonis, as she came on him lying in his blood:—
Or as a snail whose tender horns being hit
Shrinks backward in his shelly cave with pain,
And there, all smother'd up, in shade doth sit,
Long after fearing to creep forth again;
So, at his bloody view—