And thrusts him down from Heaven; he, wand'ring

here,

In mournful terms, with sad and heavy cheer,
Complain'd to Cupid; Cupid, for his sake,

To be reveng'd on Jove did undertake;

And those on whom Heaven, earth, and Hell relies,

I mean the adamantine Destinies,

He wounds with love, and forc'd them equally

To doat upon deceitful Mercury.

They offer'd him the deadly fatal knife,

That shears the slender thread of human life;
At his fair feather'd feet the engines laid,
Which the earth from ugly Chaos' den upweigh'd:
These he regarded not; but did intreat
That Jove, usurper of his father's seat,
Might presently be banish'd into Hell,
And aged Saturn in Olympus dwell,
They granted what he crav'd; and once again
Saturn and Ops begun their golden reign.
Murder, rape, war, and lust, and treachery,
Were with Jove clos'd in Stygian empery.
But long this blessed time continued not;
As soon as he his wished purpose got,
He, reckless of his promise, did despise
The love of the' everlasting Destinies.

They, seeing it, both love and him abhorr'd,
And Jupiter unto his place restor❜'d.

And, but that Learning, in despite of Fate,
Will mount aloft, and enter heaven gate,
And to the seat of Jove itself advance,
Hermes had slept in Hell with Ignorance.
Yet as a punishment they added this,
That he and Poverty should always kiss;
And to this day is every scholar poor;

Gross gold from them runs headlong to the boor.
Likewise the angry Sisters, thus deluded,

To venge themselves on Hermes, have concluded
That Midas' brood shall sit in Honour's chair,
To which the Muses' sons are only heir:
And fruitful wits, that inaspiring are,

Shall discontent run into regions far;

And few great lords in virtuous deeds shall joy,
But be surpris'd with every garish toy:

And still enrich the lofty servile clown,

Who with encroaching guile keeps learning down.
Then muse not Cupid's suit no better sped,
Seeing in their loves the Fates were injured.

THE END OF THE FIRST SESTYAD.

HERO AND LEANDER.

SECOND SESTYAD.

The Argument of the Second Sestyað.

Hero of love takes deeper sense,

And doth her love more recompense:

Their first night's meeting, where sweet kisses
Are th' only crowns of both their blisses.

He swims to' Abydos and returns :
Cold Neptune with his beauty burns;
Whose suit he shuns, and doth aspire
Hero's fair tower, and his desire.