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<HEAD>An Excellent Sonnet of the Unfortunate LOVES, of <HI>Hero</HI> and <HI>Leander.</HI></HEAD>
<OPENER>Tune of, <HI>Gerards mi&s;tris.</HI></OPENER>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hero</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>HOw fares</L>
<L>My fair <HI>Leander,</HI> O vouch&s;afe to &s;peak,</L>
<L>le&s;t my heart break,</L>
<L>I bani&s;ht am from thy &s;weet company,</L>
<L>Tis not</L>
<L>Thy Fathers anger can aba&s;e my love,</L>
<L>I &s;till will prove</L>
<L>Thy faithful friend until &s;uch time I Dye,</L>
<L>Though Fate</L>
<L>And Fortune doth con&s;pire,</L>
<L>to interrupt our love</L>
<L>In &s;pight of fate and fortunes hate,</L>
<L>I &s;till will con&s;tant prove,</L>
<L>And though</L>
<L>Our angry friends in malice,</L>
<L>now our bodies parts</L>
<L>Nor friends nor foes, nor &s;cars nor blows,</L>
<L>&s;hall &s;eperate our hearts.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leander.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>What voice</L>
<L>Is this that calls <HI>Leander</HI> from her Bower,</L>
<L>from yonder Tower,</L>
<L>The eccho of this voice doth &s;ure proceed,</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hero.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L><HI>Leander.</HI></L>
<L>Tis thy <HI>Hero</HI> fain would come to thee,</L>
<L>if it might be,</L>
<L>Thy ab&s;ence makes my tender heart to bleed,</L>
<L><HI>but oh</HI></L>
<L>This plea&s;ant river Helli&s;ponce,</L>
<L>which is the peoples wonder</L>
<L>Tho&s;e waves &s;o high doth injury,</L>
<L>by parting us a&s;under.</L>
<L>And though</L>
<L>There's Ferry men good &s;tore</L>
<L>yet none will &s;tand my friend,</L>
<L>To waft me o<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">re to that fair &s;hore,</L>
<L>where all my grief &s;hall end.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leander.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L><HI>Hero,</HI></L>
<L>Though I am thy con&s;tant Lover &s;till</L>
<L>and ever will,</L>
<L>My angry Father is thy Enemy,</L>
<L>He &s;till</L>
<L>Doth &s;trive to keep's a&s;under now and then,</L>
<L>poor Ferry men</L>
<L>They dare not waft thee over le&s;t they dye,</L>
<L>Nor yet</L>
<L>Dare they convey me</L>
<L>unto my dear <HI><GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="under-inked" EXTENT="1 letter">ero</HI> now</L>
<L>My Fathers rage will not a&s;uage,</L>
<L>nor will the &s;ame allow,</L>
<L>Be patient</L>
<L>Then dear <HI>Hero</HI> now</L>
<L>as I am true to thee,</L>
<L>Even &s;o I tru&s;t thou art as ju&s;t,</L>
<L>and faithful unto me.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hero.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Is there</L>
<L>No way to &s;tay an angry Fathers wrath,</L>
<L>who&s;e fury hath</L>
<L>Bereav'd his child of comfort and content,</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leander.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>O no,</L>
<L>Dear <HI>Hero</HI> there's no way that I do know,</L>
<L>to ea&s;e my Woe,</L>
<L>My days of joy and comfort now is &s;pent,</L>
<L>You may,</L>
<L>As well go fame</L>
<L>a Lyon in the Wilderne&s;s,</L>
<L>As to per&s;wade my Fathers aid,</L>
<L>to help me in di&s;tre&s;s,</L>
<L>His anger</L>
<L>And his River hath</L>
<L>kept us a&s;under long,</L>
<L>He hath his will, his humour &s;till,</L>
<L>and we have all the wrong.</L>
</LG>
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<SPEAKER>Hero.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>TIs not</L>
<L>Thy Fathers anger, nor this River d&eacute;ep,</L>
<L>the which &s;hall keep,</L>
<L>Me from the imbracements of my deare&s;t friend</L>
<L>For through</L>
<L>This &s;ilver &s;tream, my way I mean to take,</L>
<L>even for thy &s;ake,</L>
<L>For thy dear &s;ake my deare&s;t life I'le &s;pend,</L>
<L>Though waves</L>
<L>And winds &s;hould both con&s;pire,</L>
<L>mine enemies to be,</L>
<L>My lov's &s;o &s;trong, I fear no wrong</L>
<L>can happen unto me:</L>
<L>O meet</L>
<L>Me in thy Garden,</L>
<L>where this plea&s;ant River glides,</L>
<L>Lend me thy hand, draw me to Land,</L>
<L>what ever me betides.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now mu&s;t</L>
<L>I make my tender &s;lender arms my Oars,</L>
<L>help watry powere,</L>
<L>Yea little Fi&s;hes teach me how to &s;wim,</L>
<L>And all</L>
<L>Ye &s;ea-nimphs guard me unto yonder banks,</L>
<L>I'le give you thanks</L>
<L>Bear up my body, &s;trengthen every limb,</L>
<L>come</L>
<L><HI>Leander</HI> now prepare</L>
<L>thy lovely arms for me,</L>
<L>I come dear love, a&s;&s;i&s;t me <HI>love,</HI></L>
<L>I may &s;o happy be,</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<LG>
<L>But oh!</L>
<L>A mighty tempe&s;t ro&s;e,</L>
<L>and he was drown'd that Tide,</L>
<L>In her fair &s;ight, his hearts delight,</L>
<L>and &s;o with grief &s;he dy'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But when</L>
<L>Her aged Father the&s;e things under&s;tands,</L>
<L>he wrings his hands,</L>
<L>And tears his hoary hair from off his head,</L>
<L>Society</L>
<L>He &s;huns and doth for&s;ake his meat,</L>
<L>his grief's &s;o great,</L>
<L>And oft doth make the lowly ground his bed,</L>
</LG>
<SP>
<LG>
<L>O my</L>
<L><HI>Leander</HI> would that I</L>
<L>had dy'd to &s;ave thy life,</L>
<L>Or that I had when I was &s;ad,</L>
<L>made thee brave <HI>Hero's</HI> wife,</L>
<L>It was</L>
<L>My tre&s;pa&s;s, and I do</L>
<L>confe&s;s I wronged thee;</L>
<L>Po&s;terity &s;hall know hereby,</L>
<L>the fault lay all in me.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But &s;ince</L>
<L>The waves have ca&s;t his body on the Land,</L>
<L>upon the &s;and,</L>
<L>Pis Corps &s;hall buried be in &s;olemn wi&s;e,</L>
<L>One grave</L>
<L>Shall &s;erve them both, and one mo&s;t &s;tately tomb,</L>
<L>&s;he'l make him rome,</L>
<L>Although her corps be breathle&s;s where &s;he lies</L>
</LG>
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<LG>
<L>Ye Fathers</L>
<L>Have a &s;pecial care now,</L>
<L>what&s;oe'r you do,</L>
<L>For tho&s;e that parts true loyal hearts,</L>
<L>them&s;elves were never true.</L>
<L>Though Fate</L>
<L>And fortune cre&s;&s;e poor Lovers,</L>
<L>&s;ometimes as we know,</L>
<L>Pray under&s;tand, have you no hand</L>
<L>even in their overthrow.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>H. Crouch.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI>Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. Wright.</HI></P>
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