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this, sad Hero, with love unacquainted, Viewing Leander's face fell down and fainted. He kiss'd her, and breath'd life into her lips, Wherewith, as one displeas'd, away she trips; Yet as she went, full often look'd behind, And many poor excuses did she find To linger by the way, and once she stay'd, And would have turn'd again, but was afraid, In offering parley, to be counted light: So on she goes, and, in her idle flight, Her painted fan of curled plumes let fall, Thinking to train Leander therewithal. He, being a novice, knew not what she meant, But stay'd, and after her a letter sent;