“Th’ unhappy fair Adonis likewise flowers,
Whom (once a youth) the Cyprian Queen deplores;
He, though transformed, has beauty still to move
Her admiration, and secure her love;
Since the same crimson blush the flower adorns
Which graced the youth, whose loss the goddess mourns.”
And Shakspeare, in his poem on Venus and Adonis, says—
“By this the boy that by her side lay killed
Was melted like a vapour from her sight;
And in his blood that on the ground lay spilled