Hero And Leander. The Fourth Sestiad Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Now from Leander's place she rose and found	A
Her hair and rent robe scatter'd on the ground	A
Which taking up she every piece did lay	B
Upon an altar where in youth of day	B
She us'd t' exhibit private sacrifice	C
Those would she offer to the deities	D
Of her fair goddess and her powerful son	E
As relics of her late felt passion	E
And in that holy sort she vow'd to end them	F
In hope her violent fancies that did rend them	F
Would as quite fade in her love's holy fire	G
As they should in the flames she meant t' inspire	H
Then put she on all her religious weeds	I
That decked her in her secret sacred deeds	I
A crown of icicles that sun nor fire	G
Could ever melt and figur'd chaste desire	G
A golden star shined in her naked breast	J
In honour of the queen light of the east	K
In her right hand she held a silver wand	L
On whose bright top Peristera did stand	M
Who was a nymph but now transformed a dove	N
And in her life was dear in Venus' love	N
And for her sake she ever since that time	O
Choosed doves to draw her coach through heaven's blue clime	O
Her plenteous hair in curled billows swims	P
On her bright shoulder her harmonious limbs	P
Sustained no more but a most subtile veil	Q
That hung on them as it durst not assail	Q
Their different concord for the weakest air	R
Could raise it swelling from her beauties fair	R
Nor did it cover but adumbrate only	S
Her most heart piercing parts that a blest eye	T
Might see as it did shadow fearfully	S
All that all love deserving paradise	C
It was as blue as the most freezing skies	U
Near the sea's hue for thence her goddess came	O
On it a scarf she wore of wondrous frame	O
In midst whereof she wrought a virgin's face	V
From whose each cheek a fiery blush did chase	V
Two crimson flames that did two ways extend	W
Spreading the ample scarf to either end	W
Which figur'd the division of her mind	X
Whiles yet she rested bashfully inclin'd	X
And stood not resolute to wed Leander	G
This serv'd her white neck for a purple sphere	Y
And cast itself at full breadth down her back	Z
There since the first breath that begun the wrack	Z
Of her free quiet from Leander's lips	A2
She wrought a sea in one flame full of ships	A2
But that one ship where all her wealth did pass	B2
Like simple merchants' goods Leander was	C2
For in that sea she naked figured him	O
Her diving needle taught him how to swim	O
And to each thread did such resemblance give	D2
For joy to be so like him it did live	E2
Things senseless live by art and rational die	T
By rude contempt of art and industry	S
Scarce could she work but in her strength of thought	F2
She fear'd she prick'd Leander as she wrought	F2
And oft would shriek so that her guardian frighted	F2
Would startling haste as with some mischief cited	F2
They double life that dead things' griefs sustain	G2
They kill that feel not their friends' living pain	G2
Sometimes she fear'd he sought her infamy	S
And then as she was working of his eye	T
She thought to prick it out to quench her ill	S
But as she prick'd it grew more perfect still	S
Trifling attempts no serious acts advance	H2
The fire of love is blown by dalliance	I2
In working his fair neck she did so grace it	F2
She still was working her own arms t' embrace it	F2
That and his shoulders and his hands were seen	J2
Above the stream and with a pure sea green	J2
She did so quaintly shadow every limb	O
All might be seen beneath the waves to swim	O
In this conceited scarf she wrought beside	F2
A moon in change and shooting stars did glide	F2
In number after her with bloody beams	K2
Which figur'd her affects in their extremes	K2
Pursuing nature in her Cynthian body	S
And did her thoughts running on change imply	T
For maids take more delight when they prepare	R
And think of wives' states than when wives they are	L2
Beneath all these she wrought a fisherman	M2
Drawing his nets from forth the ocean	E
Who drew so hard ye might discover well	S
The toughen'd sinews in his neck did swell	S
His inward strains drave out his blood shot eyes	U
And springs of sweat did in his forehead rise	U
Yet was of naught but of a serpent sped	F2
That in his bosom flew and stung him dead	F2
And this by Fate into her mind was sent	F2
Not wrought by mere instinct of her intent	F2
At the scarf's other end her hand did frame	O
Near the fork'd point of the divided flame	O
A country virgin keeping of a vine	N2
Who did of hollow bulrushes combine	N2
Snares for the stubble loving grasshopper	G
And by her lay her scrip that nourish'd her	G
Within a myrtle shade she sate and sung	O2
And tufts of waving reeds above her sprung	O2
Where lurked two foxes that while she applied	F2
Her trifling snares their thieveries did divide	F2
One to the vine another to her scrip	P2
That she did negligently overslip	P2
By which her fruitful vine and wholesome fare	R
She suffered spoiled to make a childish snare	R
These ominous fancies did her soul express	Q2
And every finger made a prophetess	R2
To show what death was hid in love's disguise	U
And make her judgment conquer Destinies	D
O what sweet forms fair ladies' souls do shroud	F2
Were they made seen and forced through their blood	F2
If through their beauties like rich work through lawn	S2
They would set forth their minds with virtues drawn	S2
In letting graces from their fingers fly	T
To still their eyas thoughts with industry	S
That their plied wits in numbered silks might sing	T2
Passion's huge conquest and their needles leading	T2
Affection prisoner through their own built cities	D
Pinioned with stones and Arachnean ditties	D
Proceed we now with Hero's sacrifice	C
She odours burned and from their smoke did rise	U
Unsavoury fumes that air with plagues inspired	F2
And then the consecrated sticks she fired	F2
On whose pale flames an angry spirit flew	S
And beat it down still as it upward grew	S
The virgin tapers that on th' altar stood	F2
When she inflam'd them burned as red as blood	F2
All sad ostents of that too near success	Q2
That made such moving beauties motionless	R2
Then Hero wept but her affrighted eyes	U
She quickly wrested from the sacrifice	C
Shut them and inwards for Leander looked	F2
Search'd her soft bosom and from thence she plucked	F2
His lovely picture which when she had viewed	F2
Her beauties were with all love's joys renewed	F2
The odours sweeten'd and the fires burned clear	Y
Leander's form left no ill object there	R
Such was his beauty that the force of light	F2
Whose knowledge teacheth wonders infinite	F2
The strength of number and proportion	E
Nature had placed in it to make it known	U2
Art was her daughter and what human wits	V2
For study lost entombed in drossy spirits	V2
After this accident which for her glory	S
Hero could not but make a history	S
Th' inhabitants of Sestos and Abydos	V2
Did every year with feasts propitious	V2
To fair Leander's picture sacrifice	V2
And they were persons of especial price	V2
That were allowed it as an ornament	F2
T' enrich their houses for the continent	F2
Of the strange virtues all approved it held	F2
For even the very look of it repelled	F2
All blastings witchcrafts and the strifes of nature	G
In those diseases that no herbs could cure	W2
The wolfy sting of avarice it would pull	S
And make the rankest miser bountiful	S
It kill'd the fear of thunder and of death	X2
The discords that conceit engendereth	X2
'Twixt man and wife it for the time would cease	V2
The flames of love it quench'd and would increase	V2
Held in a prince's hand it would put out	F2
The dreadful'st comet it would ease all doubt	F2
Of threaten'd mischiefs it would bring asleep	P2
Such as were mad it would enforce to weep	P2
Most barbarous eyes and many more effects	V2
This picture wrought and sprung Leandrian sects	V2
Of which was Hero first for he whose form	O
Held in her hand clear'd such a fatal storm	O
From hell she thought his person would defend her	G
Which night and Hellespont would quickly send her	G
With this confirm'd she vow'd to banish quite	F2
All thought of any check to her delight	F2
And in contempt of silly bashfulness	V2
She would the faith of her desires profess	V2
Where her religion should be policy	V2
To follow love with zeal her piety	V2
Her chamber her cathedral church should be	V2
And her Leander her chief deity	V2
For i	T

George Chapman

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