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The Tragedy of Hero and Leander:
The Two Unfortunate Lovers.
Famous Leander for his love renownd,
In crossing of the Hellespont was drownd,
And Hero when his corps she once espyd,
She leapt into the waves, and with h[i]m dyd.
To a pleasant new Tune, Or, I will never love thee more.

COme mournful muse assist my quill,
whilst I with grief relate,
A story of two Lovers true,
cut off by cruel fate:
Death onely parts, united hearts,
and brings them to their graves,
Whilst others sleep within the deep,
or perish in the waves.

Leander on the bay of bliss,
Pontus, he naked stood;
In passion of delay he sprang,
into the fatal flood.
The rageing seas, none can appease,
his fortune ebbs and flows,
The heaven down showres, and rain down powers,
and the wind aloft it blows.

The Lad forsook the Land, and did
unto the Gods complain.
You Rocks, you rugged Waves,
you Elements of Hail and Rain,

What tis to miss, true Lovers bliss,
alas you do not know,
Make me a wrack as I come back,
but spare me as I go.

Behold on yonder tower, see where,
my fair beloved lyes
This th appointed hour, hark how
she on Leander crys;
The Gods were mute, unto his sute,
the billows answered, No;
The surges rise, up to the skyes,
but he sunk down below.

Sweet Hero like Dame Venus fair
all in her Turrit stood,
Expecting of her Lover dear,
who crossing was the Flood:
A feeble light, through darksome night,
she set her Love to guide:
With waveing arms, and loves Alarms,
with a voice full loud she cryd.

YOu cruel waves some pit[t]y show,
unto my dearest friend,
And you tempestuous winds that blow,
at this time prove more kind:
O waft my love secure to shore,
that I his face may see;
With tears your help I do implore
your pitty lend to me.

Let each kind Dolphin now befriend,
and help my love along;
And bring him to his journeys end
before his breath is gone;
Let not a wave become his grave,
and part us both for ever;
Pitty my grief, send him relief,
and help him now or never.

The fierce and cruel tempest did
most violently rage;
Not her laments nor discontents
its fury could asswage;
The winds were high and he must dye,
the fates did so ordain;
It was design[]d he ner should find
his dearest Love again.

She spread her silken vail for to
secure the blazing light,
To guide her Love, least on the Rocks
his wearied limbs should smite:

But cruel fate, it prov[]d his date,
and caused him to sleep;
Sh[e] from above beheld her love
lye drowned in the deep.

Her show[r]y eyes with tears brought in
the tide before its time;
Her sad lamenting groans likewise
unto the skys did clime:
O Heavens (quoth she) against poor me,
do you your forces bend;
Then from the Walls in haste she falls,
to meet her dying friend.

Her new bedewed arms about,
his senceless corps she clipps,
And many kisses spent in vain
upon his dying Lipps:
Then wavd her hands, unto the Lands,
singing with dying pride;
Go tell the World in billows strong,
I with my Love have dy[]d.

Thus did they both their breath resign,
unto the will of fate;
And in the deep, imbrace and twine,
when Death did end their date:
Let Lovers all example take,
and evermore prove true,
For Hero and Leanders sake,
who bids you all adieu.

Printed for R. Burton, at the Horse shooe in West-smithfield, neer the Hospital-gate.

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