With this she seizeth on his sweating palm, and trembling in her passion, calls it balm, Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good. Pure shame and awed resistance made him fret, which bred more beauty in his angry eyes. So fastened in her arms Adonis lies still is he sullen, still he lours and frets, 'twixt crimson shame and anger ashy pale. Still she entreats, and prettily entreats she red and hot as coals of glowing fire, he red for shame, but frosty in desire."