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Of all dissimulation, and since then

Never was any trust in maids nor men.

O it spighted

Fair Venus' heart to see her-most-delighted,
And one she choos'd for temper of her mind,
To be the only ruler of her kind,

So soon to let her virgin race be ended.
Not simply for the fault a whit offended,
But that in strife for chasteness with the Moon,
Spiteful Diana bade her show but one

That was her servant vow'd, and liv'd a maid;
And now she thought to answer that upbraid,
Hero had lost her answer: who knows not
Venus would seem as far from any spot
Of light demeanour, as the very skin
'Twixt Cynthia's brows? Sin is asham'd of Sin.
Up Venus flew, and scarce durst up for fear
Of Phoebe's laughter, when she pass'd her sphere:
And so most ugly clouded was the light,

That day was hid in day; night came ere night,
And Venus could not through the thick air pierce,
Till the day's king, God of undaunted verse,
Because she was so plentiful a theme,

To such as wore his laurel anademe

* wreath or fillet, from ȧvádua.


Like to a fiery bullet made descent,

And from her passage those fat vapours rent,
That being not thoroughly rarified to rain,
Melted like pitch as blue as any vein;

And scalding tempests made the earth to shrink
Under their fervor, and the world did think
In every drop a torturing spirit flew,

It pierc'd so deeply, and it burn'd so blue.

Betwixt all this and Hero, Hero held
Leander's picture, as a Persian shield:
And she was free from fear of worst success;-
The more ill threats us, we suspect the less:

As we grow hapless, violence subtle grows,

Dumb, deaf, and blind, and comes when no man knows.




The Argument of the Fifth Sestyað.

Day doubles her accustom'd date,
As loth the night, incens'd by fate,
Should wrack our lovers; Hero's plight,
Longs for Leander, and the night:
Which, ere her thirsty wish recovers,
She sends for two betrothed lovers,
And marries them, that, with their crew
Their sports and ceremonies due,
She covertly might celebrate,
With secret joy, her own estate.
She makes a feast, at which appears

The wild nymph Teras*, that still bears
An ivory lute, tells ominous tales,
And sings at solemn festivals.

Tigas, portentum.



Now was bright Hero weary of the day,
Thought an Olympiad in Leander's stay.

Sol, and the soft-foot Hours hung on his arms,
And would not let him swim, foreseeing his harms:
That day Aurora double grace obtain'd

Of her love Phoebus; she his horses rein'd,

Sat on his golden knee, and as she list

She pull'd him back; and as she pull'd, she kiss'd
To have him turn to bed; he lov'd her more,

To see the love Leander Hero bore.
Examples profit much, ten times in one,
In persons full of note, good deeds are done.

Day was so long, men walking fell asleep; The heavy humours that their eyes did steep

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