The second part of Hero and Leander Conteyning their further fortunes. By Henry Petowe.

HERO and LEANDERS further Fortunes . WHen young Apollo heauens sacred beautie , Gan on his siluer harpe with reuerent dutie , To blazen foorth the faire of Tellus wonder , Whose faire , all other faires brought subiect vnder : Heauen gan to frowne at earthes fragilitie , Made proude with such adored Maiestie . Hero the faire , so doe I name this faire , With whome immortall faires might not compare , Such was her beautie fram'd in heauens scorne , Her spotles faire caus'd other faires to mourne : Heauen frown'd , Earth sham'd , that none so faire as she , Base borne of earth in heauen might equall be ▪ Fell moodie Venus pale with fr●tting ire , Aye mee ( quoth she ) for want of her desire , Earthes basest mould , fram'd of the baser dust , Strumpet to filth , bawde to loathed lust : Worse then Maedea's charmes , are thy inticements , Worse then the Mermaides songs , are thy allurements . Worse then the snakie hag Tysip●one , To mortall soules is thy inueagling beautie : Thus , she exclaimes gainst harme●es . Hero's faire , And would the Gods consent , her dangling haire , Wherewith the busie ayre doth often play , ( As wanton birdes vpon a Sunne-shine day ▪ ) Should be transform'd to snakes all vgly blacke , To be a meanes of her eternall wracke . But wanton Ioue sweete beauties fauorite , Demaunds of beautie beauties worthy merite : Yf beauties guerdon merit paine ( quoth he , ) Your faire deserues no lesse as faire as she , Then moodie Iuno frowning gan replie , I le want my will , but strumpet she shall die . Iuno ( quoth he ) we ought not tyrannize , On such ( saide she ) as you doe wantonnize . But since our continent the scope of Heauen , Containes her not , vnlesse from earth beryuen , I le make a transformation of her hue , And force the hautie Mother earth to rue : That her base wombe dare yeilde such bastard faires , That Ioue must seeke on earth immortall heires . I le cause a second desperat Phaaeton , To rule the fierie Charriot of the Sunne : That topsie turuie Heauen and Earth may turne , That Heauen , Earth , Sea , and Hell may endlesse burne . Stay head-strong-goddesse Ioue to Iuno sayde , Can you doe this without your husbands ayde ? With that she gan intreate it might be so , But Ioue would not sweete beautie ouerthrow : But this he graunted Iuno , that Apollo Should neuer more extoll the faire of Hero . His censure past the irefull Queene doth hie , To set a period to his harmony . From foorth his yeilding armes she soone bereaues Apollo's Lute , whom comfortlesse she leaues , Making a Thousand parts of two gould-stringes , Into obliuions Cell the same she flinges . Quicke sighted spirits , this suppos'd Apollo , Conceit no other , but th' admired Marlo : Marlo admir'd , whose honney flowing vaine , No English writer can as yet attaine . Whose name in Fames immortall treasurie , Truth shall record to endles memorie , Marlo late mortall , now fram'd all diuine , What soule more : happy , then that soule of thine ? Liue still in heauen thy soule , thy fame on earth , ( Thou dead ) of Marlo's Hero findes a dearth . Weepe aged Tellus , all earth on earth complaine , Thy chiefe borne faire , hath lost her faire againe : Her faire in this is lost , that Marlo's want , Inforceth Hero's faire be wonderous scant . Oh had that King of poets breathed longer , Then had faire beauties sort been much more stronger : His goulden pen had 〈◊〉 her so about , No bastard Aeglets quill the world throughout , Had been of force to marre what he had made , For why they were not expert in that trade : What mortall soule with Marlo might contend , That could gainst reason force him stoope or bend ? Whose siluer charming toung , mou'd such delight , That men would shun their sleepe in still darke night . To meditate vpon his goulden lynes , His rare conceyts and sweete according rimes . But Marlo still admired Marlo's gon , To liue with beautie in Elyzium , Immortall beautie , who desires to heare , His sacred Poesies sweete in euery eare : Marlo must frame to Orpheus melodie , Himnes all diuine to make heauen harmonie . There euer liue the Prince of Poetrie , Liue with the liuing in eternitie . Apollo's Lute bereau●d of siluer string , Fond Mercury doth harshly gin to sing . A counterfeit vnto his honney note , But I doe feare he●le cha●ter it by ●●te : Yet if his ill according voice be such , That ( hearing part ) you thinke you heare too much . Beare with his rashnes and he will amende , His follie blame , but his good will commend . Yet rather discommend what I intreate , For if you like it , some wil storme and fret . And then insulting Aegles soaring hie , Will pray vpon the sillie harmeles flie ▪ ( Nil refert ) for I le pawne my better part , Ere sweete fac't beautie loose her due desart . Auaunt base Steele where shrill tong'd siluer rings , The chatt'ring Pie may range when black-birdes sings : Birdes blacke as Iet with sweete according voices , Like to Elyziums Saincts with heauenly noises . Why should harsh Mercury recount againe , What sweet Apollo ( liuing ) did maintaine ? Which was of Hero her , all pleasing faire , Her prettie browes , her lip , her amber haire , Her roseat cheeke , her lillie fingers white , Her sparkling eyes that lend the day his light : What should I say , her all in all he praysed , Wherewith the spacious world was much amazed . Leanders loue , and louers sweetest pleasure , He wrought a full discourse of beauties treasure : And left me nothing pleasing to recite , But of vnconstant chance , and fortunes spight . Then in this glasse view beauties frayltie , Faire Hero , and Leanders miserie .

THE virgin Princesse of the westerne I le , Faire Cambarina of the goulden soile , And yet not faire , but of a swartie hew , For by her gould , her beautie did renew : Renew as thus , that hauing gould to spare , Men helde it dutie to protest and sweare , Her faire was such , as all the world admir'd it , Her blushing beautie such , all men desir'd it . The scornefull Queene made proude with fained praises ▪ Her black-fram'd soule , to a hier rate she raises : That men bewitched with her gould , not beautie , A Thousand Knights as homage proffer dutie , Yf such a base deformed lumpe of clay , In whome no sweete content had any stay , No pleasure residence , no sweet delight , Shelter from heate of day , or cold of night : Yf such a she so many sutors had , Hero whose angrie frownes made heauen sad : Hero whose gaze gracing darke Plutos cell , Pluto would deeme Phaebus came there to dwell . Hero whose eyes heauens fierie tapors staine , Hero whose beautie makes night day againe , How much more loue merits so sweet a Queene , Whose like no out-worne world hath euer seene . Of sweete Leanders loue , to Hero's beautie , Heauen , Earth , and Hell , and all the world is guiltie , Of Hero's kindnes , to her trustie Phere , By lost Apollo's tale it doth appere , Recorded in the Register of Fame , The workes of Marlo doe expresse the same . But ere he gan of fickle chance to tell , How bad chance gainst the Better did rebell : When loue in loues sweet garden newly planted , Remorcefull Hero to Leander graunted , Free libertie , to yeild the world increase , Vnconstant Fortune foe to harmeles peace : Playde such vnruly prancks in loues despight , That loue was forced from his true-loues sight . DVke Archilaus cruell , voyd of pitie , Where Hero dwelt was regent of that Citie : Woe worth that towne where bloody homicides , And Tyrants are elected cities guides . Woe woorth that countrey where vnlawfull lust , Sitts in a Regall throne , of force it must Downe to the low layde bowells of the earth , Like to a still borne Childes vntimely byrth : Duke Archilaus lou'd ; but whome lou'd he ? He courted Hero , but it would not be . Why should he plant where other Knights haue sowen , The land is his , therefore the fruit his owne , ●ust it be thus , alas it is not so , L●st may not force true-louers ouerthrow . Lust hath no limits , lust will haue his will , Like to a rauening wolfe that 's bent to kill , The Duke affecting her that was belou'd , ( Hero whose firme fixt loue Leander prou'd , ) Gaue on-set to the still resisting fort , But fearefull hate set period to his sport . Lust egg'd him on to further his desire , But fell disdaine inforc't him to retire . When Archilaus sawe that thundering threates Could not preuaile , he mildly then intreates . But all in vaine , the Doo had choose her make , And whome she tooke , she neuer would forsake , The Doo's sweet Deere , this hunter seekes to chace , Harmeles Leander whose all smiling face Grac't with vnspotted faire to all mens sight , Would force the houndes retire , and not to bite : Which when the Duke perceau'd , an other curre , Was forced from his den , that made much sturre , And treason he was nam'd , which helde so fast , That feares swift winges did lend some ayde at last . For force perforce Leander must depart From Sestos , yet behind he left his hart . His hart in Hero's brest , Leander left , Leanders absence , Heroes ioyes bereft : Leanders want , the cruell Duke thought sure Some ease to discontent would soone procure . Leander hauing heard his wofull doome , Towards his weeping Lady he doth come , Dewing her cheekes with his distilling teares , Which Hero dryeth with her dangling haires : They weeping greete each other with sweete kisses , ( Kindly imbracing ) thus they gan their wishes . Oh that these foulding armes might nere vndoe ; As she desir'd : so wisht Leander too : Then with her hand , she toucht his sacred brest , Where in his bosome she desires to rest . Like to a snake she clung vnto him fast , And wound about him , which snatcht-vp in hast , By the Prince of birdes , borne lightly vp aloft , Doth wrythe her selfe about his necke , and oft About his winges displayed in the winde , Or like as Iuie on trees cling bout the rinde : Or as the Crab-fish hauing caught in seas His enemies , doth claspe him with his cleas . So ioynd in one , these two together stood , Euen as Hermophrodi●us in the flood : Vntill the Duke did bannish him away , Then gan Leander to his Hero say . ( Let me goe where the Sunne doth parch the greene , In temperate heate , where he is felt and seene : Or where his beames doe not dissolue the ice , In presence prest , of people mad or wise . Set mee in high , or else in low degree , In clearest skie , or where clowdes thickest Bee , In longest night , or in the shortest day , In lustie youth , or when my haires be gray : Goe I to heauen , to earth , or else to hell , Thrall or at large , aliue where so I dwell , On hill or dale , or on the foaming flood , Sicke or in health , in euill fame or good : Thine will I be , and onely with this thought , Content thy selfe : although my chance be naught . ) Thus parted these two louers full of woes , She staies behinde , on pilgrimage he goes . Leaue we a while , Leander wandring Knight , To Delphos taking his all speedie flight , That by the Oracle of Apollo , His further Fortunes he may truely knowe . TRue-loue quite bannisht , lust began to pleade , To Hero like a scholler deepely reade : The flaming sighes , that boyle within my brest , Faire loue ( quoth he ) are cause of my vnrest . Vnrest I entertaine for thy sweet sake , And in my tent choose sorrow for my make . Why dost thou frowne ( quoth he ) and then she turn'd Oh coole the fainting soule , that flaming burn'd : Forc't by desire , to touch thy matchles beautie , To whome thy seruant vowes all reuerent dutie . With that her irefull browes clowded with frownes , His soule already drencht , in woes sea drownes . But floating on the waues thus he gan say , Flint harted Lady canst thou be so coy ? Can pittie take no place , is kinde remorce Quite bannisht , quite fled ? then gan he to be horce , Vnable to exclaime , against her longer , Whose woe lament made Hero's hart more stronger . Hero that gaue no eare to her commaunder , But euer weepes for her exil'd Leander : And weeping sore among'st her liquid teares , These words she spake , wherewith her sorrow weares . ( The piller perisht is , whereto I lent , To my vnhap , for lust away hath sent , Of all my Ioy , the verie barke and rinde , The strongest stay of my vnquiet minde : And I alas am forc't without consent , Dayly to mourne , till death doe it relent . ) Oh my Leander he is banished , From his sweete Hero's sight he is exiled . Oh yee iust heauens , if that heauen be iust , Raine the vnbridled head , of hautie lust , Make him to stoope , that forceth others bend , Bereaue his ioyes , that rest me of my friend . I want my selfe , for Hero wants her loue , And where Leander is , my selfe doth moue . What can I more , but haue a woefull hart , My minde in woe , my body full of smart , And I my selfe , my selfe alwayes to hate , Till dreadfull death doe ease my dolefull state . The angry Duke lay listning to her words , And till she ends no speech at all affords , Vntill at length ; exclaiming gainst her kinde , Thus he breath'd foorth the venome of his minde . ( Oh timerous taunters that delights in toyes , Iangling iesters , depriuers of sweete ioyes , Tumbling cock-boats tottering too and fro , Grown'd of the graft , whence all my griefe doth grow : Sullen Serpents enuiron'd with despight , That ill for good at all times doth requite . As Cypresse tree that rent is by the roote , As well sowen seede , for drought that cannot sprout . As braunch or slip bitter from whence it growes , As gaping ground that raineles cannot close : As fish on lande to whome no water flowes , As flowers doe fade when Phaebus rarest showes , As Salamandra repulsed from the fier , Wanting my wish , I die for my desire . ) Speaking those words death seiz'd him for his owne , Wherewith she thought her woes were ouerthrowne : Hero so thought , but yet she thought amisse , Before she was belou'd : now findes no blisse . Duke Archilaus being sodaine dead , Young Euristippus ruled in his stead : The next succeeding heire to what was his , Then Hero's woes increast , and fled all blis . Looke how the sillie harmeles bleati●● lambe , Bereft from his kinde make the gentle dam , Left as a pray to Butchers crueltie , In whome she findes not any drop of mercie . Or like a warriour whom his Souldiors flies , At his shrill eccho of his foes dread cries . He all vnable to withstand so many , Not hauing wherewith to combat , nor any Assured friend that dares to comfort him , Not any way for feare dares succour him . But as a pray he yeildes to him he would not , Yf he had helpe , but ( helplesse ) striue he could not . So far'd it with the meeke distressed Hero , That sweet Leander , bannished her fro . She had no Hercules , to defend her cause , She had no Brandamore disdaining lawes , To combat for her safetie ; this sweet Io , Had no kinde Ioue to keepe her from her foe . This Psiches had no Cupid , loue was bannisht , And loue from loue exild , loue needs must famish . Wood Euristippus for his brothers death , Like as a toyled huntsman wanting breath , Stormeth that bad chance in the games pursute , Should cause him panting , rest as dead and mute . Or like sad Orphey for Euridi●e , Whom Cerberus bereft so hastilie , Like to the thundering threates of Hercules , The worldes admired Prince the great Alcides , When Nessus got the height of his desire ; By rauishing his fairest Deianire . Such was his ire , ●●d more if more may be , Which he gainst Hero breathed spightfully : Thou damned hag : thus gan he to exclaime , Thou base borne Strumpet one of Circes traine . Durst thou presume , poore sillie simple flie , With Venum's force , to force an Aegle die ? What though my brother Leander bannished , Must he by thee therefore be poysoned ? Die cursed wretch , with that he cast her from him , And would not suffer her to looke vpon him . The still amazed Lady musing stood , Admiring why the Duke should be so wood . Humbly she prostrates her at Angers feete , And with downe dropping teares , like liquid sleete , She watereth the Summer thirstie ground , Weeping so long , she fell into a sound . Againe reuiued by the standers by , She doth intreate them to resolue her why , Duke Euristippus wrongeth her so much , As to dishonour her with such a touch . Well know the Gods my guiltlesse soule ( quoth she , ) Was Archilaus poysoned by me , Yf so ? Iust heauens and immortall powers , Raine vengeance downe in all consuming showers : And cause that Hero , that was counted faire , Like a mad hellish furie to dispaire . The more she weepes , the more the heauens smile , Scorning that beautie should take any soile , Iuno commaunded Argos to defend her , But Iupiter would not so much befriend her . Argos starke dead ; sweet Hero might not liue , For of her life the Duke will her depriue . Her doome was thus , ere three moneths date tooke end , If she found none , that would her cause defend : Vntimely death should seize her as a pray , And vnresisting life , should death obay . Meane time within a rocke-fram'd castle strong , She was imprisoned traytors vile among : Where ( discontented ) when she should haue rested , Her foode bad fare , with sighes and teares she feasted . And when the breathlesse horses of the Sunne , Had made their stay , and Luna had begun , With cheerefull smyling browes to grace darke night , Clad in blacke sable weedes , for want of light . This all alone sad Lady gan to play , Framing sweet musick to her welladay : The'ffect whereof this Sonnet plainely showes , The fountaine whence springs Hero's heauie woes .

Hero's lamentation in Prison . NIghts mourning blacke and mistie vailing hew , Shadowes the blessed comfort of the Sunne : At whose bright gaze I wonted to renew My liueles life , when life was almost done . Done is my life , and all my pleasure done , For he is gone , in whome my life begun : Vnhappie I poore I , and none as I , But pilgrim he , poore he , that should be by . MY loue exil'd , and I in prison fast , Out streaming teares breake into weeping raine , He too soone banisht , I in dungeon-cast , He for me mourneth , I for him complaine . He 's banished , yet liues at libertie , And I exil'd , yet liue in miserie : He weepes for me far off , I for him here , I would I were with him , and he more nere .

BVt this imprisoning caue , this woefull cell , This house of sorrow and increasing woe , Griefes tearie chamber where sad care doth dwell , Where liquid teares , like top fil'd Seas doe flow : Beating their waues gainst still relentles stone , Still still they smile on me , and I still mone ; I weepe to stone , and stone of stone I finde , Colde stone , colde comfort yeilds ( oh most vnkinde . )

OFt haue I read that stone relents at raine , And I impleat their barren wombe with store , Teares streaming downe , they wet and wet againe , Yet pittilesse they harden more and more . And when my longing soule lookes they should sonder , I touch the flintie stone , and they seeme stronger , They stronge , I weake : alas what hope haue I ? Hero wants comfort , Hero needs must die . WHen the melodious shrill toung'd Nightingale , With heauie cheere had warbled this sad tale : Nights drowsie God an iuorie Cannopie , Curtaines before the windowes of faire beautie . Drown'd thus in sleepe , she spent the wearie night , There leaue I Hero in a heauie plight . Now to the woefull Pilgrime I returne , Whose passions force the gentle birdes to mourne . The see Leander weepe , with heauie note They faintly singe , as when they singe by rote : While he gan descant on his miserie , The pretie fowles doe make him melodie .

Leanders complaint of his restles estate . BRight Heauens immortall mouing Spheares , and Phaebus all diuine , Rue on lowe Earths vnfained teares : that issue from Earths eyne . Eyes , were these no eyes , whilst eies eye-sight lasted , but these darke eyes cleere sight , sad sorrow wasted . WHat creature liuing liues in griefe , that breathes on Tellus soile ? But Heauens pitie with reliefe , saue me , a slaue to spoyle . Spoyle doe his worst , spoyle cannot spoile me more , Spoyle neuer spoyl'd , so true a Loue before .

THe stricken Deere stands not in awe of blacke grym irefull Death , For he findes hearbes that can withdrawe the shaft , to saue his breath . The chased Deere hath soile to coole his heate , The toyled Steed is vp in stable set .

THe sillie Owles lurke in the leaues , shine Sunne or nights Queene whether : The Sparrowe shrowdes her in the eaues , from stormes of huffing weather . Fowles comfort finde , Leander findes no friend , Then ( comfortlesse ) Leanders life must end .

BY this it pleas'd the smiling browes of Heauen , Whose deadly frownes , him erst of ioy beryuen : To set a period to Leanders toyle , Hauing enioy'd that long desired soyle . When he had viewd the stately territories , And Delphos sacred hie erected towers , Vnto Apollo's Oracle he goes , In hope to finde reliefe for many woes ; He craues long lookt-for rest , or else to die , To whome the Oracle gan thus reply . The Oracle . He loueth thine that loues not thee , His loue to thine shall fatall bee . Vpon suspect she shal be slaine , Vnles thou doe returne againe .

THese harsh according rimes to mickle paine , Did but renewe Leanders woes againe : Yet as he might , with Fortunes sweet consent , He gins returne all dangers to preuent . Within short time at Sestos he ariueth , On Loues light winges , desire Leander driueth , Desire that longs to view a blessed end , Of Loue and Fortune that so long contend . This backe retired Pilgrime liu'd secure , And in vnknowen disguise , he did indure , Full two moneths space vntill the time drew nie , To free faire Hero , or inforce her die : The date outworne of the prefixed day , When combatants their valour should display . ( All thinges prepar'd ) as blazing fame reported , T' were wonder to behould how men resorted . Knights neighboring by , and Ladies all diuine , Darting daies splendour from their Sunne-like eyne : Spectatum veniunt , veniunt spectantur vt ipsae , But wanting faire , they come to gaze on beautie , Beautie faire Heauens beautie , worlds wonder , Hero whose beautie keepes all beautie vnder . This faire fac't beautie , from a fowle fac't cell , A loath-some dungeon like to nights darke hell , At the fell Dukes commaund in open view , Was sent for , on whose neuer spotted hew , Earths mortall soules doe feed and gaze vpon her , So long they gaze , that they doe surfet on her . For when this Earthes admir'd immortall Sunne , To peepe from vnder sable hould begun . Like as the pearcing eye of cloudie Heauen , Whose sight the blacke thicke cloudes haue quite beriuen . But by the huffing windes being ouerblowen , And all their blacke expeld and ouerthrowen . The day doth gin , be iocond secure playing , The faire of Heauen , his beautie so displaying : So when the fairest Hero did begin , ( Whilome yclad in darknes blacke tan'● skin . To passe the noysome portall of the prison , Like to the gorgeous Phaebus newly risen , She doth illuminate the morning day , Clad in a sable Mantle of blacke Say . Which Hero's eyes transformed to faire white , Making the lowring-morne darke , pure light . As many mortall eyes beheld her eies , As there are fierie Tapors in the skies : As many eyes gaz'd on faire Hero's beautie , As there be eyes that offer Heauen dutie : As many seruitors attended on her , As Venus , seruants had to waite vpon her . Though by the sterne Duke she was dishonored , Yet of the people she was honored : Mong'st whome exil'd Leander all vnseene , And all vnknowne attended on his Queene . When to the neere-adioyning pallaice gate , The place appointed for the Princely combate , They did approch ; there might all eies behold , The Duke in armour of pure beaten gold , Mounted vpon a Steed as white as snow , The proud Duke Euristippus Hero's foe . Hero being seated in rich Maiestie , A seruile hand-mayd to Captiuitie . From whence she might behold that gentle Knight , That for her sake durst hazard life in fight . For this was all the comfort Hero had , So many eyes shed teares to see her sad . Her hand-maide hope , perswaded her some one , Vndaunted Knight would be her Champion . Yet since her Lord Leander was not nie , She was resolu'd eyther to liue or die ; But her Leander carefull of his loue , Intending loues firme constancie to proue : ( Yf to his lot the honour did befall , ) Withdrew himselfe into the Pallaice hall , Where he was armed to his soules content , And priuily conducted to a tent , From whence he issu'd foorth at trumpets sound , Who at the first encounter , on the ground , Forced the mazed Duke sore panting lie , Drown'd in the ryuer of sad extacie . At length reuiuing , he doth mount againe , Whome young Leander in short time had slaine . The Duke quite dead , this all vnknowne young Knight , Was foorthwith made the heire of Sestos right . The Princesse Hero set at libertie , Kept by the late dead Duke in miserie : Whose constancie Leander gan to proue , And now anew begins to court his loue . To walke on ground where danger is vnseene , Doth make men doubt , where they haue neuer been . As blind men feare what footing they shall finde : So doth the wise mistrust the straungers minde . I strange to you , and you vnknowen to me , Yet may not loue twixt vs two grafted bee ? What I haue done , for Hero's loue was done , Say then you loue , and end as I begun . I hazard life , to free thy beauties faire , From Tyrants force and hellish soule dispaire : Then sacred Faire ballance my good desart , Inrich my soule with thy affecting hart . Hero repli'd : ( to rue on all false teares , And forged tales , wherein craft oft appeares , To trust each fained face , and forcing charme , Betrayes the simple soule that thinks no harme . ) ( Not euery teare doth argue inward paine , Not euery sigh warrants , men doe not faine , Not euery smoke doth proue a present fier , Not all that glisters , goulden soules desire , Not euery word is drawen out of the deepe , For oft men smile , when they doe seeme to weepe : Oft malice makes the minde to powre forth brine , And enuie leakes the conduits of the eyne . Craft oft doth cause men make a seeming showe , Of heauie woes where griefe did neuer growe . Then blame not those that wiselie can beware , To shun dissimulations dreadfull snare . Blame not the stopped eares gainst Syrens songe , Blame not the minde not mou'd with falshood tonge . ) But rest content and satisfied with this , Whilst true Leander liues , true Hero's his . And thy Leander liues sweete soule sayde he , Praysing thy all admired chastitie . Though thus disguis'd , I am that banisht Knight , That for affecting thee was put to flight . Hero , I am Leander thy true phere , As true to thee , as life to me is deere . When Hero all amazed gan reuiue , And she that then seem'd dead , was now aliue : With kinde imbracements kissing at each straine , She welcoms him , and kisses him againe . By thee , my ioyes haue shaken of dispaire , All stormes be past , and weather waxeth faire , By thy returne Hero receaues more Ioye , Then Paris did when Hellen was in Troy . By thee my heauy doubts and thoughts are fled , And now my wits with pleasant thoughts are fed . Feed sacred Sainct on Nectar all diuine , While these my eyes ( quoth he ) gaze on thy eyne . And euer after may these eyes beware , That they on strangers beautie neuer stare : ( My wits I charme henceforth they take such heede , They frame no toyes , my fancies new to feede . Deafe be my eares to heare another voice , To force me smile , or make my soule reioyce , Lame be my feete when they presume to moue , To force Leander seeke another loue . ) And when thy faire ( sweet faire ) I gin disgrace , Heauen to my soule afford no resting place . What he to her , she vow'd the like to him , ( All sorrowes fled ) their ioyes anew begin . Full many yeares those louers liu'd in fame , That all the world did much admire the same . Their liues spent date , and vnresisted death , At hand to set a period to their breath , They were transform'd by all diuine decrees , Into the forme , and shape of two Pine trees . Whose Natures such , the Faemale pine will die , Vnles the Male be euer planted by : A map for all succeeding times to come , To view true-loue , which in their loues begun . FINIS . Qualis vita , finis ita .