“The young Adonis ever loved the field,
Now hunting the swift stag with branching head,
And now the tusked wild boar, just cause of dread.
Venus, fierce burning with his love alway,
Would never leave him neither night nor day,
But running after his sweet eyes and face,
Sought young Adonis, when he sought the chase:
Deep into forests full of gloomy fear,
The goddess followed him she held so dear.
One day, as she pursued him, bursting through