Hero And Leander. The Third Sestiad Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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New light gives new directions fortunes newA
To fashion our endeavours that ensueA
More harsh at least more hard more grave and highB
Our subject runs and our stern Muse must flyB
Love's edge is taken off and that light flameC
Those thoughts joys longings that before becameC
High unexperienc'd blood and maids' sharp plightsA
Must now grow staid and censure the delightsA
That being enjoy'd ask judgment now we praiseA
As having parted evenings crown the daysA
And now ye wanton Loves and young DesiresA
Pied Vanity the mint of strange attiresA
Ye lisping Flatteries and obsequious GlancesA
Relentful Musics and attractive DancesA
And you detested Charms constraining loveD
Shun love's stoln sports by that these lovers proveE
By this the sovereign of heaven's golden firesA
And young Leander lord of his desiresA
Together from their lovers' arms aroseA
Leander into Hellespontus throwsA
His Hero handled body whose delightF
Made him disdain each other epithiteF
And as amidst th' enamour'd waves he swimsA
The god of gold of purpose gilt his limbsA
That this word gilt including double senseA
The double guilt of his incontinenceA
Might be express'd that had no stay t' employG
The treasure which the love god let him joyG
In his dear Hero with such sacred thriftF
As had beseem'd so sanctified a giftF
But like a greedy vulgar prodigalH
Would on the stock dispend and rudely fallI
Before his time to that unblessed blessingJ
Which for lust's plague doth perish with possessingJ
Joy graven in sense like snow in water wastsA
Without preserve of virtue nothing lastsA
What man is he that with a wealthy eyeB
Enjoys a beauty richer than the skyB
Through whose white skin softer than soundest sleepK
With damask eyes the ruby blood doth peepK
And runs in branches through her azure veinsA
Whose mixture and first fire his love attainsA
Whose both hands limit both love's deitiesA
And sweeten human thoughts like ParadiseA
Whose disposition silken is and kindF
Directed with an earth exempted mindF
Who thinks not heaven with such a love is givenL
And who like earth would spend that dower of heavenL
With rank desire to joy it all at firstF
What simply kills our hunger quencheth thirstF
Clothes but our nakedness and makes us liveM
Praise doth not any of her favours giveN
But what doth plentifully ministerO
Beauteous apparel and delicious cheerP
So order'd that it still excites desireO
And still gives pleasure freeness to aspireQ
The palm of Bounty ever moist preservingJ
To Love's sweet life this is the courtly carvingJ
Thus Time and all states ordering CeremonyR
Had banish'd all offence Time's golden thighB
Upholds the flowery body of the earthS
In sacred harmony and every birthS
Of men and actions makes legitimateF
Being us'd aright the use of time is fateF
Yet did the gentle flood transfer once moreT
This prize of love home to his father's shoreT
Where he unlades himself on that false wealthU
That makes few rich treasures compos'd by stealthU
And to his sister kind HermioneR
Who on the shore kneel'd praying to the seaR
For his return he all love's goods did showV
In Hero seis'd for him in him for HeroV
His most kind sister all his secrets knewR
And to her singing like a shower he flewR
Sprinkling the earth that to their tombs took inR
Streams dead for love to leave his ivory shinR
Which yet a snowy foam did leave aboveD
As soul to the dead water that did loveD
And from hence did the first white roses springJ
For love is sweet and fair in everythingJ
And all the sweeten'd shore as he did goV
Was crown'd with odorous roses white as snowV
Love blest Leander was with love so fill'dF
That love to all that touch'd him he instill'dF
And as the colours of all things we seeR
To our sight's powers communicated beR
So to all objects that in compass cameC
Of any sense he had his senses' flameC
Flow'd from his parts with force so virtualH
It fir'd with sense things mere insensualH
Now with warm baths and odours comfortedF
When he lay down he kindly kiss'd his bedF
As consecrating it to Hero's rightF
And vow'd thereafter that whatever sightF
Put him in mind of Hero or her blissA
Should be her altar to prefer a kissA
Then laid he forth his late enriched armsA
In whose white circle Love writ all his charmsA
And made his characters sweet Hero's limbsA
When on his breast's warm sea she sideling swimsA
And as those arms held up in circle metF
He said 'See sister Hero's carquenetF
Which she had rather wear about her neckW
Than all the jewels that do Juno deck 'X
But as he shook with passionate desireO
To put in flame his other secret fireO
A music so divine did pierce his earY
As never yet his ravish'd sense did hearY
When suddenly a light of twenty huesA
Brake through the roof and like the rainbow viewsA
Amaz'd Leander in whose beams came downR
The goddess Ceremony with a crownR
Of all the stars and Heaven with her descendedF
Her flaming hair to her bright feet extendedF
By which hung all the bench of deitiesA
And in a chain compact of ears and eyesA
She led Religion all her body wasA
Clear and transparent as the purest glassA
For she was all presented to the senseA
Devotion Order State and ReverenceA
Her shadows were Society MemoryR
All which her sight made live her absence dieF
A rich disparent pentacle she wearsA
Drawn full of circles and strange charactersA
Her face was changeable to every eyeF
One way look'd ill another graciouslyR
Which while men view'd they cheerful were and holyR
But looking off vicious and melancholyR
The snaky paths to each observed lawH
Did Policy in her broad bosom drawH
One hand a mathematic crystal swaysA
Which gathering in one line a thousand raysA
From her bright eyes Confusion burns to deathZ
And all estates of men distinguishethZ
By it Morality and ComelinessA
Themselves in all their sightly figures dressA
Her other hand a laurel rod appliesA
To beat back Barbarism and AvariceA
That follow'd eating earth and excrementF
And human limbs and would make proud ascentF
To seats of gods were Ceremony slainR
The Hours and Graces bore her glorious trainR
And all the sweets of our societyR
Were spher'd and treasur'd in her bounteous eyeF
Thus she appear'd and sharply did reproveD
Leander's bluntness in his violent loveD
Told him how poor was substance without ritesA
Like bills unsign'd desires without delightsA
Like meats unseason'd like rank corn that growsA
On cottages that none or reaps or sowsA
Not being with civil forms confirm'd and boundedF
For human dignities and comforts foundedF
But loose and secret all their glories hideF
Fear fills the chamber Darkness decks the brideF
She vanish'd leaving pierc'd Leander's heartF
With sense of his unceremonious partF
In which with plain neglect of nuptial ritesA
He close and flatly fell to his delightsA
And instantly he vow'd to celebrateF
All rites pertaining to his married stateF
So up he gets and to his father goesA
To whose glad ears he doth his vows discloseA
The nuptials are resolv'd with utmost powerO
And he at night would swim to Hero's towerO
From whence he meant to Sestos' forked bayA2
To bring her covertly where ships must stayA2
Sent by his father throughly rigg'd and mann'dF
To waft her safely to Abydos' strandF
There leave we him and with fresh wing pursueA
Astonish'd Hero whose most wished viewA
I thus long have foreborne because I left herO
So out of countenance and her spirits bereft herO
To look on one abash'd is impudenceA
When of slight faults he hath too deep a senseA
Her blushing het her chamber she look'd outF
And all the air she purpled round aboutF
And after it a foul black day befellH
Which ever since a red morn doth foretellH
And still renews our woes for Hero's woeV
And foul it prov'd because it figur'd soV
The next night's horror which prepare to hearY
I fail if it profane your daintiest earY
Then ho most strangely intellectual fireO
That proper to my soul hast power t' inspireQ
Her burning faculties and with the wingsA

George Chapman



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