An Excellent Sonnet of the Unfortunate Loves of
HERO and LEANDER.

Hero.

HOW fates
My dear Leabde? O vouchsafe to peak
least my Heart break :

I banisht am from thy fweet Company ;
'Tis not

Thy Father's Anger can abuse my Love,
I still will prove

Thy faithful Friend until fuch time i die:

Though Fate

And Fortune do confpire, ...
to intercept our Love,

In spight of Fate and Fortune's Hate,
i still will conftant prove :

And though

Our angry Friends, in Malice,
now our Bodies part,

Nor Friends,nor Foes,nor Scars nor Blows,
shall feparate our Hearts.

Leander

What Voice

Is this, that calls Leander from her Bower,
from yonder Tower ?

The Eccho of this Voice doth fure proceed—
Hero.

Leander,

'Tis thy Hero fain would come to thee,

Thy abfence makes my tender heart to bleed
But oh!

This pleafant River Helleſpont,
which is the People's Wonder,
Thofe VVaves fo high do Injury,
by parting us afunder :

And though

There's Ferry-men good Store,

yet none will fand my Friend,

To waſt me o'er to th'it fair Shore,
where all my Grief ſhall end.

Leander.

Hero,

I though i am thy conftant Lover ſtill,

and ever will,

My angry Father is thy Enemy;
He ſtill

Doth ſbive to keep's afuuder now and then,
poor Ferry-men,

They dare not waſt thee over left they die:
Nor yet

Dare they convey me
unto my dear Hero; now

My Father's rage will not affwage,
nor will the fame allow :

Be patient

Then, dear Hero, now,
as i am true to thee,

Even ſo i ſtruſt thou art as juſt,
and faithful unto me.

Hero.

I there

No way to ſtay an angry Father's Wrath,
whoſe Fury hath

Bereav'd his Child of Comfort and Content

Leander.

Dear Hero! there's no way that i do know,
to eafe my Woe;

My Days of Joy and Comfort now are ſpent
You may

As well go tame
a Lion in the Wilderneſs,

As to perſuade my Father's Aid,
to help me in Diftrefes:

His Anger

And his River hath
kept us afunder long;

He hath his Will, his Humour ſtill,
And we have all the Wrong.

Hero.

'Tis not

Thy Father's Anger, nor his River deep

the which ſhall keep

Me from the Embracements of my deareſt

For through

(Friend,

This filver Stream, my Way i mean to take,
even for thy Sake,

For thy dear ſake, my deareſt Life i'll ſpend

Though VVaves
And VVinds ſhould both confpire,

wine Enemies to be,

My Love's ſo ſtrong, I fear no VVrong,
can happen unto me :

O meet

Me in thy Garden,
where this pleafant River glides,

Lend me thy Hand, draw me to Land,
whatever me betides.

Now muſt

I make my tender ſlender Arms my Oars,
help watry Pow'rs!

Ye little Fifhes teach me how to ſwim;

And all

Ye Sea-nymphs guard meunto yonder banks
i'll give you Thanks,

But when

Her aged Father theſe things underſtands,
he wrings his Hands,

And tares his hoary Hair from off his Head
Society

He ſhuns, and doth forſake his Meat,'
his Grief's ſo great;

And oft doth make the lowly Ground his
O my

Leander, would that I

had died to ſave thy Life,

Or that i had, when i was ſad,
made the brave Hero's Wife:

It was

My Trepſaſs, and I do
confefs i wronged thee,

Pofterity ſhall know thereby,
the Fault lay all in me.

But ſince

The Waves have caſt his Body on the Land,
upon the Sand,

His Corpſe ſhall buried be in ſolemn wife,
One Grave

(Tomb

Shall ſerve them both and one moſt ſtately
ſhe'll make him room,

Altho' her Corpſe be breatheſis where ſhe
Ye Fathers

Have a ſpecial Care, now,
whatſo'er you do,

(lies,

For thofe that pare true loyal Hearts,
themselves was never true.

Tho' Fate

And Fortune croſs poor Kovers,
fometimes as we do known,
Pray underſtand, have you no Hand,
even in their Overthrow.

Bear up my Body, ſtrengthen every Limb:

I come,

Leander, now prepare

thy lovely Arms for me ;

I come, dear Love, affift me, Jove,
i may ſo happy be.

But, oh!

A mighty Tempeſt roſe,
and he was drown'd that Tide,

In her fair Sight, her Heart's Delight,
and ſo with Grief ſhe died.

Printed by G. Lee, in Blue-Maid-Alley
near the Marſalſea, Southwark.