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No need have we of factious Day,
To cast in envy of thy peace
Her balls of Discord in thy way:
Here Beauty's day doth never cease;
Day is abstracted here,

And varied in a triple sphere.

Hero, Alcmane, Mya, so outshine thee,

Ere thou come here, let Thetis thrice refine thee.
Love calls to war;
Sighs his alarms,

Lips his swords are,

The field his arms.

The Evening Star I see:

Rise, youths! the Evening Star

Helps Love to summon war;

Both now embracing be.

Rise, youths! Love's rite claims more than banquets, rise!

Now the bright Marigolds, that deck the skies,
Phoebus' celestial flowers, that (contrary
To his flowers here) ope when he shuts his eye,
And shut when he doth open, crown your sports:
Now Love in Night, and Night in Love exhorts
Courtship and dances: all your parts employ,
And suit Night's rich expansure with your joy.
Love paints his longings in sweet virgin's eyes:
Rise, youths! Love's rite claims more than banquets,
rise!

Rise, virgins! let fair nuptial loves enfold

Your fruitless breasts: the maidenheads ye hold
Are not your own alone, but parted are;
Part in disposing them your Parents share,
And that a third part is; so must ye save

Your loves a third, and you your thirds must have.
Love paints his longings in sweet virgins' eyes:

Rise, youths! Love's rites claim more than banquets, rise!

Herewith the amorous spirit, that was so kind
To Teras' hair, and comb'd it down with wind.
Still as it comet-like brake from her brain,
Would needs have Teras gone, and did refrain
To blow it down: which, staring up, dismay'd
The timorous feast; and she no longer stay'd;
But, bowing to the Bridegroom and the Bride,
Did, like a shooting exhalation, glide

Out of their sights: the turning of her back
Made them all shriek, it look'd so ghastly black.
O hapless Hero! that most hapless cloud
Thy soon-succeeding Tragedy foreshow'd.
Thus all the nuptial crew to joys depart;

But much-wrong'd Hero stood Hell's blackest dart:
Whose wound because I grieve so to display,

I use digressions thus t'increase the day.

The end of the fifth Sestiad

THE SIXTH SESTIAD
The Argument of the Sixth Sestiad.

11

Leucote flies to all the Winds,

And from the Fates their outrage blinds,
That Hero and her love may meet.
Leander, with Love's complete fleet
Mann'd in himself, puts forth to seas;
When straight the ruthless Destinies,
With Até, stir the winds to war
Upon the Hellespont: their jar
Drowns poor Leander. Hero's eyes,
Wet witnesses of his surprise,
Her torch blown out, grief casts her down
Upon her love, and both doth drown:
In whose just ruth the god of seas
Transforms them to th Acanthides.

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THE SIXTH SESTIAD

No longer could the day nor Destinies
Delay the Night, who now did frowning rise
Into her throne; and at her humorous breasts
Visions and Dreams lay sucking: all men's rests
Fell like the mists of death upon their eyes,
Day's too-long darts so kill'd their faculties.
The Winds yet, like the flowers, to cease began;
For bright Leucote, Venus' whitest swan,
That held sweet Hero dear, spread her fair wings,
Like to a field of snow, and message brings
From Venus to the Fates, t'entreat them lay
Their charge upon the Winds their rage to stay,
That the stern battle of the seas might cease,
And guard Leander to his love in peace.

The Fates consent; ay me, dissembling Fates!
They show'd their favours to conceal their hates,
And draw Leander on, lest Seas too high
Should stay his too obsequious destiny:
Who like a fleeing slavish Parasite,
In warping profit or a traitorous sleight,
Hoops round his rotten body with devotes,
And pricks his descant face full of false notes,
Praising with open throat, and oaths as foul
As his false heart, the beauty of an Owl;
Kissing his skipping hand with charmed skips,
That cannot leave, but leaps upon his lips
Like a cock-sparrow, or shameless quean
Sharp at a red-lipp'd youth, and naught doth mean
Of all his antic shows, but doth repair

More tender fawns, and takes a scatter'd hair
From his tame subject's shoulder; whips and calls
For everything he lacks; creeps 'gainst the walls

With backward humbless, to give needless way:
Thus his false fate did with Leander play.
First to black Eurus flies the white Leucote,
Born 'mongst the negroes in the Levant sea,
On whose curl'd head the glowing sun doth rise,
And shows the sovereign will of Destinies,
To have him cease his blasts; and down he lies.
Next, to the fenny Notus course she holds,
And found him leaning, with his arms in folds
Upon a rock, his white hair full of showers,
And him she chargeth by the fatal powers,
To hold in his wet cheeks his cloudy voice.
To Zephyr then that doth in flowers rejoice:
To snake-foot Boreas next she did remove,
And found him tossing of his ravish'd love,
To heat his frosty bosom hid in snow,
Who with Leucote's sight did cease to blow.
Thus all were still to Hero's heart's desire;
Who with all speed did consecrate a fire
Of flaming gums and comfortable spice,
To light her Torch, which in such curious price
She held, being object to Leander's sight,
That naught but fires perfum'd must give it light.
She lov'd it so, she griev'd to see it burn,
Since it would waste, and soon to ashes turn:
Yet, if it burn'd not, 'twere not worth her eyes,
What made it nothing, gave it all the prize.
Sweet Torch, true Glass of our society!

What man does good, but he consumes thereby?
But thou wert lov'd for good, held high, given show;
Poor virtue loath'd for good, obscur'd, held low.
Do good, be pin'd,-be deedless good, disgrac'd;
Unless we feed on men, we let them fast.

Yet Hero with these thoughts her torch did spend: ✓ When Bees make wax, Nature doth not intend

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