Hero And Leander: The First Sestiad Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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In view and opposite two cities stood | B |
Sea borderers disjoin'd by Neptune's might | C |
The one Abydos the other Sestos hight | C |
At Sestos Hero dwelt Hero the fair | D |
Whom young Apollo courted for her hair | D |
And offer'd as a dower his burning throne | E |
Where she could sit for men to gaze upon | F |
The outside of her garments were of lawn | G |
The lining purple silk with gilt stars drawn | G |
Her wide sleeves green and border'd with a grove | H |
Where Venus in her naked glory strove | H |
To please the careless and disdainful eyes | I |
Of proud Adonis that before her lies | I |
Her kirtle blue whereon was many a stain | J |
Made with the blood of wretched lovers slain | J |
Upon her head she ware a myrtle wreath | K |
From whence her veil reach'd to the ground beneath | K |
Her veil was artificial flowers and leaves | L |
Whose workmanship both man and beast deceives | L |
Many would praise the sweet smell as she past | M |
When 'twas the odour which her breath forth cast | M |
And there for honey bees have sought in vain | J |
And beat from thence have lighted there again | N |
About her neck hung chains of pebble stone | E |
Which lighten'd by her neck like diamonds shone | E |
She ware no gloves for neither sun nor wind | O |
Would burn or parch her hands but to her mind | O |
Or warm or cool them for they took delight | C |
To play upon those hands they were so white | C |
Buskins of shells all silver'd used she | P |
And branch'd with blushing coral to the knee | P |
Where sparrows perch'd of hollow pearl and gold | Q |
Such as the world would wonder to behold | Q |
Those with sweet water oft her handmaid fills | L |
Which as she went would chirrup through the bills | L |
Some say for her the fairest Cupid pin'd | O |
And looking in her face was strooken blind | O |
But this is true so like was one the other | R |
As he imagin'd Hero was his mother | R |
And oftentimes into her bosom flew | S |
About her naked neck his bare arms threw | S |
And laid his childish head upon her breast | T |
And with still panting rock'd there took his rest | T |
So lovely fair was Hero Venus' nun | U |
As Nature wept thinking she was undone | U |
Because she took more from her than she left | V |
And of such wondrous beauty her bereft | V |
Therefore in sign her treasure suffer'd wrack | W |
Since Hero's time hath half the world been black | W |
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Amorous Leander beautiful and young | X |
Whose tragedy divine Mus us sung | X |
Dwelt at Abydos since him dwelt there none | U |
For whom succeeding times make greater moan | E |
His dangling tresses that were never shorn | Y |
Had they been cut and unto Colchos borne | Y |
Would have allur'd the vent'rous youth of Greece | L |
To hazard more than for the golden fleece | L |
Fair Cynthia wish'd his arms might be her sphere | Z |
Grief makes her pale because she moves not there | D |
His body was as straight as Circe's wand | A2 |
Jove might have sipt out nectar from his hand | B2 |
Even as delicious meat is to the taste | C2 |
So was his neck in touching and surpast | C2 |
The white of Pelops' shoulder I could tell ye | P |
How smooth his breast was and how white his belly | P |
And whose immortal fingers did imprint | C2 |
That heavenly path with many a curious dint | C2 |
That runs along his back but my rude pen | N |
Can hardly blazon forth the loves of men | N |
Much less of powerful gods let it suffice | L |
That my slack Muse sings of Leander's eyes | L |
Those orient cheeks and lips exceeding his | L |
That leapt into the water for a kiss | L |
Of his own shadow and despising many | P |
Died ere he could enjoy the love of any | P |
Had wild Hippolytus Leander seen | D2 |
Enamour'd of his beauty had he been | E2 |
His presence made the rudest peasant melt | C2 |
That in the vast uplandish country dwelt | C2 |
The barbarous Thracian soldier mov'd with nought | C2 |
Was mov'd with him and for his favour sought | C2 |
Some swore he was a maid in man's attire | R |
For in his looks were all that men desire | R |
A pleasant smiling cheek a speaking eye | F2 |
A brow for love to banquet royally | P |
And such as knew he was a man would say | L |
Leander thou art made for amorous play | L |
Why art thou not in love and lov'd of all | G2 |
Though thou be fair yet be not thine own thrall | G2 |
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The men of wealthy Sestos every year | Z |
For his sake whom their goddess held so dear | Z |
Rose cheek'd Adonis kept a solemn feast | C2 |
Thither resorted many a wandering guest | C2 |
To meet their loves such as had none at all | G2 |
Came lovers home from this great festival | H2 |
For every street like to a firmament | C2 |
Glister'd with breathing stars who where they went | C2 |
Frighted the melancholy earth which deem'd | C2 |
Eternal heaven to burn for so it seem'd | C2 |
As if another Pha e ton had got | C2 |
The guidance of the sun's rich chariot | C2 |
But far above the loveliest Hero shin'd | C2 |
And stole away th' enchanted gazer's mind | C2 |
For like sea nymphs' inveigling harmony | P |
So was her beauty to the standers by | F2 |
Nor that night wandering pale and watery star | I2 |
When yawning dragons draw her thirling car | I2 |
From Latmus' mount up to the gloomy sky | F2 |
Where crown'd with blazing light and majesty | P |
She proudly sits more over rules the flood | C2 |
Than she the hearts of those that near her stood | C2 |
Even as when gaudy nymphs pursue the chase | L |
Wretched Ixion's shaggy footed race | L |
Incens'd with savage heat gallop amain | P |
From steep pine bearing mountains to the plain | P |
So ran the people forth to gaze upon her | R |
And all that view'd her were enamour'd on her | R |
And as in fury of a dreadful fight | C2 |
Their fellows being slain or put to flight | C2 |
Poor soldiers stand with fear of death dead strooken | P |
So at her presence all surpris'd and tooken | P |
Await the sentence of her scornful eyes | L |
He whom she favours lives the other dies | L |
There might you see one sigh another rage | J2 |
And some their violent passions to assuage | J2 |
Compile sharp satires but alas too late | C2 |
For faithful love will never turn to hate | C2 |
And many seeing great princes were denied | C2 |
Pin'd as they went and thinking on her died | C2 |
On this feast day O cursed day and hour | R |
Went Hero thorough Sestos from her tower | R |
To Venus' temple where unhappily | P |
As after chanc'd they did each other spy | F2 |
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So fair a church as this had Venus none | P |
The walls were of discolour'd jasper stone | P |
Wherein was Proteus carved and over head | C2 |
A lively vine of green sea agate spread | C2 |
Where by one hand light headed Bacchus hung | X |
And with the other wine from grapes out wrung | X |
Of crystal shining fair the pavement was | L |
The town of Sestos call'd it Venus' glass | L |
There might you see the gods in sundry shapes | L |
Committing heady riots incest rapes | L |
For know that underneath this radiant flower | R |
Was Danae's statue in a brazen tower | R |
Jove slyly stealing from his sister's bed | C2 |
To dally with Idalian Ganimed | C2 |
And for his love Europa bellowing loud | C2 |
And tumbling with the rainbow in a cloud | C2 |
Blood quaffing Mars heaving the iron net | C2 |
Which limping Vulcan and his Cyclops set | C2 |
Love kindling fire to burn such towns as Troy | K2 |
Sylvanus weeping for the lovely boy | K2 |
That now is turn'd into a cypress tree | P |
Under whose shade the wood gods love to be | P |
And in the midst a silver altar stood | C2 |
There Hero sacrificing turtles' blood | C2 |
Vail'd to the ground veiling her eyelids close | L |
And modestly they opened as she rose | L |
Thence flew Love's arrow with the golden head | C2 |
And thus Leander was enamoured | C2 |
Stone still he stood and evermore he gazed | C2 |
Till with the fire that from his count'nance blazed | C2 |
Relenting Hero's gentle heart was strook | X |
Such force and virtue hath an amorous look | X |
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It lies not in our power to love or hate | C2 |
For will in us is over rul'd by fate | C2 |
When two are stript long ere the course begin | P |
We wish that one should lose the other win | P |
And one especially do we affect | C2 |
Of two gold ingots like in each respect | C2 |
The reason no man knows let it suffice | L |
What we behold is censur'd by our eyes | L |
Where both deliberate the love is slight | C2 |
Who ever lov'd that lov'd not at first sight | C2 |
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He kneeled but unto her devoutly prayed | C2 |
Chaste Hero to herself thus softly said | C2 |
Were I the saint he worships I would hear him | L2 |
And as she spake those words came somewhat near him | L2 |
He started up she blushed as one ashamed | C2 |
Wherewith Leander much more was inflamed | C2 |
He touched her hand in touching it she trembled | C2 |
Love deeply grounded hardly is dissembled | C2 |
These lovers parleyed by the touch of hands | L |
True love is mute and oft amazed stands | L |
Thus while dumb signs their yielding hearts entangled | C2 |
The air with sparks of living fire was spangled | C2 |
And night deep drenched in misty Acheron | P |
Heaved up her head and half the world upon | P |
Breathed darkness forth dark night is Cupid's day | C2 |
And now begins Leander to display | C2 |
Love's holy fire with words with sighs and tears | L |
Which like sweet music entered Hero's ears | L |
And yet at every word she turned aside | C2 |
And always cut him off as he replied | C2 |
At last like to a bold sharp sophister | P |
With cheerful hope thus he accosted her | P |
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Fair creature let me speak without offence | L |
I would my rude words had the influence | L |
To lead thy thoughts as thy fair looks do mine | P |
Then shouldst thou be his prisoner who is thine | P |
Be not unkind and fair misshapen stuff | M2 |
Are of behaviour boisterous and rough | M2 |
O shun me not but hear me ere you go | X |
God knows I cannot force love as you do | C2 |
My words shall be as spotless as my youth | N2 |
Full of simplicity and naked truth | N2 |
This sacrifice whose sweet perfume descending | X |
From Venus' altar to your footsteps bending | X |
Doth testify that you exceed her far | P |
To whom you offer and whose nun you are | P |
Why should you worship her Her you surpass | L |
As much as sparkling diamonds flaring glass | L |
A diamond set in lead his worth retains | L |
A heavenly nymph beloved of human swains | L |
Receives no blemish but ofttimes more grace | L |
Which makes me hope although I am but base | L |
Base in respect of thee divine and pure | P |
Dutiful service may thy love procure | P |
And I in duty will excel all other | P |
As thou in beauty dost exceed Love's mother | P |
Nor heaven nor thou were made to gaze upon | P |
As heaven preserves all things so save thou one | P |
A stately builded ship well rigged and tall | G2 |
The ocean maketh more majestical | G2 |
Why vowest thou then to live in Sestos here | P |
Who on Love's seas more glorious wouldst appear | P |
Like untuned golden strings all women are | P |
Which long time lie untouched will harshly jar | P |
Vessels of brass oft handled brightly shine | P |
What difference betwixt the richest mine | P |
And basest mould but use For both not used | C2 |
Are of like worth Then treasure is abused | C2 |
When misers keep it being put to loan | P |
In time it will return us two for one | P |
Rich robes themselves and others do adorn | P |
Neither themselves nor others if not worn | P |
Who builds a palace and rams up the gate | C2 |
Shall see it ruinous and desolate | C2 |
Ah simple Hero learn thyself to cherish | O2 |
Lone women like to empty houses perish | O2 |
Less sins the poor rich man that starves himself | P2 |
In heaping up a mass of drossy pelf | P2 |
Than such as you His golden earth remains | L |
Which after his decease some other gains | L |
But this fair gem sweet in the loss alone | P |
When you fleet hence can be bequeathed to none | P |
Or if it could down from th'enameled sky | X |
All heaven would come to claim this legacy | L |
And with intestine broils the world destroy | P |
And quite confound nature's sweet harmony | L |
Well therefore by the gods decreed it is | L |
We human creatures should enjoy that bliss | L |
One is no number maids are nothing then | P |
Without the sweet society of men | P |
Wilt thou live single still One shalt thou be | L |
Though never singling Hymen couple thee | L |
Wild savages that drink of running springs | L |
Think water far excels all earthly things | L |
But they that daily taste neat wine despise it | C2 |
Virginity albeit some highly prize it | C2 |
Compared with marriage had you tried them both | Q2 |
Differs as much as wine and water doth | R2 |
Base bullion for the stamp's sake we allow | G2 |
Even so for men's impression do we you | C2 |
By which alone our reverend fathers say | L |
Women receive perfection every way | L |
This idol which you term virginity | L |
Is neither essence subject to the eye | X |
No nor to any one exterior sense | L |
Nor hath it any place of residence | L |
Nor is't of earth or mould celestial | G2 |
Or capable of any form at all | G2 |
Of that which hath no being do not boast | C2 |
Things that are not at all are never lost | C2 |
Men foolishly do call it virtuous | L |
What virtue is it that is born with us | L |
Much less can honour be ascribed thereto | C2 |
Honour is purchased by the deeds we do | C2 |
Believe me Hero honour is not won | P |
Until some honourable deed be done | P |
Seek you for chastity immortal fame | S2 |
And know that some have wronged Diana's name | S2 |
Whose name is it if she be false or not | C2 |
So she be fair but some vile tongues will blot | C2 |
But you are fair ay me so wondrous fair | P |
So young so gentle and so debonair | P |
As Greece will think if thus you live alone | P |
Some one or other keeps you as his own | P |
Then Hero hate me not nor from me fly | X |
To follow swiftly blasting infamy | L |
Perhaps thy sacred priesthood makes thee loath | Q2 |
Tell me to whom mad'st thou that heedless oath | Q2 |
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To Venus answered she and as she spake | X |
Forth from those two tralucent cisterns brake | X |
A stream of liquid pearl which down her face | L |
Made milk white paths whereon the gods might trace | L |
To Jove's high court | C2 |
He thus replied The rites | L |
In which love's beauteous empress most delights | L |
Are banquets Doric music midnight revel | G2 |
Plays masks and all that stern age counteth evil | G2 |
Thee as a holy idiot doth she scorn | P |
For thou in vowing chastity hast sworn | P |
To rob her name and honour and thereby | X |
Committ'st a sin far worse than perjury | L |
Even sacrilege against her deity | L |
Through regular and formal purity | L |
To expiate which sin kiss and shake hands | L |
Such sacrifice as this Venus demands | L |
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Thereat she smiled and did deny him so | L |
As put thereby yet might he hope for moe | L |
Which makes him quickly re enforce his speech | T2 |
And her in humble manner thus beseech | T2 |
Though neither gods nor men may thee deserve | P2 |
Yet for her sake whom you have vowed to serve | P2 |
Abandon fruitless cold virginity | L |
The gentle queen of love's sole enemy | L |
Then shall you most resemble Venus' nun | P |
When Venus' sweet rites are performed and done | P |
Flint breasted Pallas joys in single life | P2 |
But Pallas and your mistress are at strife | P2 |
Love Hero then and be not tyrannous | L |
But heal the heart that thou hast wounded thus | L |
Nor stain thy youthful years with avarice | L |
Fair fools delight to be accounted nice | L |
The richest corn dies if it be not reaped | C2 |
Beauty alone is lost too warily kept | C2 |
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These arguments he used and many more | P |
Wherewith she yielded that was won before | P |
Hero's looks yielded but her words made war | P |
Women are won when they begin to jar | P |
Thus having swallowed Cupid's golden hook | X |
The more she strived the deeper was she strook | X |
Yet evilly feigning anger strove she still | G2 |
And would be thought to grant against her will | G2 |
So having paused a while at last she said | C2 |
Who taught thee rhetoric to deceive a maid | C2 |
Ay me such words as these should I abhor | P |
And yet I like them for the orator | P |
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With that Leander stooped to have embraced her | P |
But from his spreading arms away she cast her | P |
And thus bespake him Gentle youth forbear | P |
To touch the sacred garments which I wear | P |
Upon a rock and underneath a hill | G2 |
Far from the town where all is whist and still | G2 |
Save that the sea playing on yellow sand | C2 |
Sends forth a rattling murmur to the land | C2 |
Whose sound allures the golden Morpheus | L |
In silence of the night to visit us | L |
My turret stands and there God knows I play | L |
With Venus' swans and sparrows all the day | L |
A dwarfish beldam bears me company | L |
That hops about the chamber where I lie | X |
And spends the night that might be better spent | C2 |
In vain discourse and apish merriment | C2 |
Come thither As she spake this her tongue tripped | C2 |
For unawares come thither from her slipped | C2 |
And suddenly her former colour changed | C2 |
And here and there her eyes through anger ranged | C2 |
And like a planet moving several ways | L |
At one self instant she poor soul assays | L |
Loving not to love at all and every part | C2 |
Strove to resist the motions of her heart | C2 |
And hands so pure so innocent nay such | U2 |
As might have made heaven stoop to have a touch | U2 |
Did she uphold to Venus and again | P |
Vowed spotless chastity but all in vain | P |
Cupid beats down her prayers with his wings | L |
Her vows above the empty air he flings | L |
All deep enraged his sinewy bow he bent | C2 |
And shot a shaft that burning from him went | C2 |
Wherewith she strooken looked so dolefully | X |
As made love sigh to see his tyranny | L |
And as she wept her tears to pearl he turned | C2 |
And wound them on his arm and for her mourned | C2 |
Then towards the palace of the destinies | L |
Laden with languishment and grief he flies | L |
And to those stern nymphs humbly made request | C2 |
Both might enjoy each other and be blest | C2 |
But with a ghastly dreadful countenance | L |
Threatening a thousand deaths at every glance | L |
They answered Love nor would vouchsafe so much | U2 |
As one poor word their hate to him was such | U2 |
Hearken a while and I will tell you why | X |
Heaven's winged herald Jove borne Mercury | L |
The selfsame day that he asleep had laid | C2 |
Enchanted Argus spied a country maid | C2 |
Whose careless hair instead of pearl t'adorn it | C2 |
Glistered with dew as one that seemed to scorn it | C2 |
Her breath as fragrant as the morning rose | L |
Her mind pure and her tongue untaught to gloze | L |
Yet proud she was for lofty pride that dwells | L |
In towered courts is oft in shepherds' cells | L |
And too too well the fair vermilion knew | C2 |
And silver tincture of her cheeks that drew | C2 |
The love of every swain On her this god | C2 |
Enamoured was and with his snaky rod | C2 |
Did charm her nimble feet and made her stay | C2 |
The while upon a hillock down he lay | C2 |
And sweetly on his pipe began to play | C2 |
And with smooth speech her fancy to assay | L |
Till in his twining arms he locked her fast | C2 |
And then he wooed with kisses and at last | C2 |
As shepherds do her on the ground he laid | C2 |
And tumbling in the grass he often strayed | C2 |
Beyond the bounds of shame in being bold | C2 |
To eye those parts which no eye should behold | C2 |
And like an insolent commanding lover | P |
Boasting his parentage would needs discover | P |
The way to new Elysium but she | L |
Whose only dower was her chastity | L |
Having striv'n in vain was now about to cry | X |
And crave the help of shepherds that were nigh | X |
Herewith he stayed his fury and began | P |
To give her leave to rise Away she ran | P |
After went Mercury who used such cunning | X |
As she to hear his tale left off her running | X |
Maids are not won by brutish force and might | C2 |
But speeches full of pleasure and delight | C2 |
And knowing Hermes courted her was glad | C2 |
That she such loveliness and beauty had | C2 |
As could provoke his liking yet was mute | C2 |
And neither would deny nor grant his suit | C2 |
Still vowed he love She wanting no excuse | L |
To feed him with delays as women use | L |
Or thirsting after immortality | L |
All women are ambitious naturally | L |
Imposed upon her lover such a task | X |
As he ought not perform nor yet she ask | X |
A draught of flowing nectar she requested | C2 |
Wherewith the king of gods and men is feasted | C2 |
He ready to accomplish what she willed | C2 |
Stole some from Hebe Hebe Jove's cup filled | C2 |
And gave it to his simple rustic love | P2 |
Which being known as what is hid from Jove | P2 |
He inly stormed and waxed more furious | L |
Than for the fire filched by Prometheus | L |
And thrusts him down from heaven He wandering here | P |
In mournful terms with sad and heavy cheer | P |
Complained to Cupid Cupid for his sake | X |
To be revenged on Jove did undertake | X |
And those on whom heaven earth and hell relies | L |
I mean the adamantine Destinies | L |
He wounds with love and forced them equally | L |
To dote upon deceitful Mercury | L |
They offered him the deadly fatal knife | P2 |
That shears the slender threads of human life | P2 |
At his fair feathered feet the engines laid | C2 |
Which th' earth from ugly Chaos' den upweighed | C2 |
These he regarded not but did entreat | C2 |
That Jove usurper of his father's seat | C2 |
Might presently be banished into hell | X |
And aged Saturn in Olympus dwell | X |
They granted what he craved and once again | P |
Saturn and Ops began their golden reign | P |
Murder rape war lust and treachery | L |
Were with Jove closed in Stygian empery | L |
But long this blessed time continued not | C2 |
As soon as he his wished purpose got | C2 |
He reckless of his promise did despise | L |
The love of th' everlasting Destinies | L |
They seeing it both love and him abhorred | C2 |
And Jupiter unto his place restored | C2 |
And but that Learning in despite of Fate | C2 |
Will mount aloft and enter heaven gate | C2 |
And to the seat of Jove itself advance | L |
Hermes had slept in hell with Ignorance | L |
Yet as a punishment they added this | L |
That he and Poverty should always kiss | L |
And to this day is every scholar poor | L |
Gross gold from them runs headlong to the boor | L |
Likewise the angry Sisters thus deluded | C2 |
To venge themselves on Hermes have concluded | C2 |
That Midas' brood shall sit in honour's chair | L |
To which the Muses' sons are only heir | L |
And fruitful wits that in aspiring are | L |
Shall discontent run into regions far | L |
And few great lords in virtuous deeds shall joy | P |
But be surprised with every garish toy | P |
And still enrich the lofty servile clown | P |
Who with encroaching guile keeps learning down | P |
Then Muse not Cupid's suit no better sped | C2 |
Seeing in their loves the Fates were injured | C2 |
Christopher Marlowe
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