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;
Sick-thoughted Venus makes amain unto him,
And like a bold-faced suitor 'gins to woo him.
Thrice-fairer than myself,' thus she began,
The field's chief flower, sweet above compare,
Stain to all nymphs, more lovely than a man,
More white and red than doves or roses are;
Nature that made thee, with herself at strife,
Saith that the world hath ending with thy life.
William Shakespeare (eerste 2 coupletten van Venus and Adonis )
Charles Joseph Natoire
Theodoor van Thulden
Jean Francois de Troy
Paolo Veronese
Peter Paul Rubens
Titian
Paulo Veronese
Ferdinand Bol
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