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THE THIRD SESTIAD

New light gives new directions, Fortunes new
To fashion our endeavours that ensue,

More harsh, at least more hard, more grave and high
Our subject runs, and our stern Muse must fly.
Love's edge is taken off, and that light flame,
Those thoughts, joys, longings, that before became
High unexperienc'd blood, and maids' sharp plights,
Must now grow staid, and censure the delights,
That, being enjoy'd, ask judgment; now we praise,
As having parted: Evenings crown the days.

And now, ye wanton Loves, and young Desires,
Pied Vanity, the mint of strange attires,
Ye lisping Flatteries, and obsequious Glances,
Relentful Musics, and attractive Dances,
And you destested Charms constraining love,
Shun love's stoln sports by that these lovers prove.
By this, the sovereign of heaven's golden fires,
And young Leander, lord of his desires,
Together from their lover's arms arose:
Leander into Hellespontus throws
His Hero-handled body, whose delight
Made him disdain each other epithite.
And so amidst th' enamour'd waves he swims,
The God of gold of purpose gilt his limbs,
That, this word gilt including double sense,
The double guilt of his Incontinence

Might be express'd, that had no stay t' employ
The treasure which the Love-god let him joy
In his dear Hero, with such sacred thrift
As had beseem'd so sanctified a gift;
But, like a greedy vulgar Prodigal,

Would on the stock dispend, and rudely fall

Before his time, to that unblessed blessing,
Which, for lust's plague, doth perish with possessing.
Joy graven in sense, like snow in water, wasts;
Without preserve of virtue, nothing lasts.
What man is he, that with a wealthy eye
Enjoys a beauty richer than the sky,

Through whose white skin, softer than soundest sleep,
With damask eyes the ruby blood doth peep,
And runs in branches through her azure veins,
Whose mixture and first fire his love attains;
Whose both hands limit both Love's deities,
And sweeten human thoughts like Paradise;
Whose disposition silken and is kind,

Directed with an earth-exempted mind;

Who thinks not heaven with such a love is given? And who, like earth, would spend that dower of heaven,

With rank desire to joy it all at first?

What simply kills our hunger, quencheth thirst,
Clothes but our nakedness, and makes us live,
Praise doth not any of her favours give:
But what doth plentifully minister
Beauteous apparel and delicious cheer,
So order'd that it still excites desire,
And still gives pleasure freeness to aspire
The palm of Bounty, ever moist preserving;
To Love's sweet life this is the courtly carving.
Thus Time and all-states-ordering Ceremony
Had banish'd all offence: Time's golden thigh
Upholds the flowery body of the earth
In sacred harmony, and every birth
Of men and actions makes legitimate;
Being us'd aright, the use of time is Fate.

Yet did the gentle flood transfer once more
This prize of love home to his father's shore,

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Where he unlades himself of that false wealth
That makes few rich,-treasures compos'd by stealth;
And to his sister, kind Hermione,

(Who on the shore kneel'd, praying to the sea
For his return,) he all Love's goods did show,
In Hero seis'd for him, in him for Hero.

His most kind sister all his secrets knew,
And to her, singing, like a shower, he flew,
Sprinkling the earth, that to their tombs took in
Streams dead for love, to leave his ivory skin,
Which yet a snowy foam did leave above,
As soul to the dead water that did love;
And from thence did the first white Roses spring
(For love is sweet and fair in every thing),
And all the sweeten'd shore, as he did go,
Was crown'd with odorous roses, white as snow.
Love-blest Leander was with love so fill'd,
That love to all that touch'd him he instill'd;
And as the colours of all things we see,
To our sight's powers communicated be,
So to all objects that in compass came
Of any sense he had, his senses' flame
Flow'd from his parts with force so virtual,
It fir'd with sense things mere insensual.

Now (with warm baths and odours comforted)
When he lay down, he kindly kiss'd his bed,
As consecrating it to Hero's right,

And vow'd thereafter, that whatever sight
Put him in mind of Hero or her bliss,
Should be her Altar to prefer a kiss.

Then laid he forth his late-enriched arms,

In whose white circle Love writ all his charms, And made his characters sweet Hero's limbs, When on his breast's warm sea she sideling swims. And as those arms, held up in circle, met,

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He said, "See, sister, Hero's Carquenet!
Which she had rather wear about her neck,
Than all the jewels that do Juno deck.

But, as he shook with passionate desire
Το put in flame his other secret fire,
A music so divine did pierce his ear,
As never yet his ravish'd sense did hear;
When suddenly a light of twenty hues

Brake through the roof, and like the Rainbow views
Amaz'd Leander; in whose beams came down
The goddess Ceremony, with a Crown

Of all the stars, and heaven with her descended;
Her flaming hair to her bright feet extended,
By which hung all the bench of Deities;
And in a chain, compact of ears and eyes,
She led Religion: all her body was
Clear and transparent as the purest glass,
For she was all presented to the sense:
Devotion, Order, State, and Reverence,
Her shadows were; Society, Memory;

All which her sight made live, her absence die.
A rich disparent Pentacle she wears,

Drawn full of circles and strange characters.
Her face was changeable to every eye;

One way look'd ill, another graciously;

Which while men view'd, they cheerful were and holy, But looking off, vicious and melancholy.

The snaky paths to each observed law

Did Policy in her broad bosom draw;

One hand á Mathematic Crystal sways,

Which gathering in one line a thousand rays
From her bright eyes, Confusion burns to death,
And all estates of men distinguisheth.

By it Morality and Comeliness

Themselves in all their sightly figures dress.

Her other hand a laurel rod applies,
To beat back Barbarism and Avarice,
That follow'd, eating earth and excrement
And human limbs; and would make proud ascent
To seats of gods, were Ceremony slain;

The Hours and Graces bore her glorious train,
And all the sweets of our society

Were spher'd and treasur'd in her bounteous eye.
Thus she appear'd, and sharply did reprove
Leander's bluntness in his violent love;

Told him how poor was substance without rites,
Like bills unsign'd; desires without delights,
Like meats unseason'd; like rank corn that grows
On cottages, that none or reaps or sows;

Not being with civil forms confirm'd and bounded,
For human dignities and comforts founded;
But loose and secret all their glories hide;
Fear fills the chamber, Darkness decks the bride.
She vanish'd, leaving pierc'd Leander's heart
With sense of his unceremonious part,
In which, with plain neglect of Nuptial rites,
He close and flatly fell to his delights:
And instantly he vow'd to celebrate
All rites pertaining to his married state.
So up he gets, and to his father goes,
To whose glad ears he doth his vows disclose.
The nuptials are resolv'd with utmost power;
And he at night would swim to Hero's tower,
From whence he meant to Sestos' forked bay
To bring her covertly, where ships must stay,
Sent by his father, throughly rigg'd and mann'd,
To waft her safely to Abydos' strand.

There leave we him, and with fresh wing pursue
Astonish'd Hero, whose most wished view

I thus long have forborne, because I left her

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