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 Now had the Morn espied her lover's steeds, Whereat she starts, puts on her purple weeds, And red for anger that he stay'd so long, All headlong throws herself the clouds among. And now Leander, fearing to be miss'd, Embrac'd her suddenly, took leave, and kiss'd; Long was he taking leave, and loth to go, And kiss'd again, as lovers use to do; Sad Hero wrung him by the hand and wept, Saying, "let your vows and promises be kept." Then standing at the door, she turn'd about, As loth to see Leander going out.— And now the sun, that through th' horizon peeps, As pitying these lovers, downward creeps. So that in silence of the cloudy night, Though it was morning, did he take his flight. But what the secret trusty night conceal'd Leander's amorous habit soon reveal'd; With Cupid's myrtle was his bonnet crown'd, About his arms the purple riband wound, Wherewith she wreath'd her largely spreading hair; Nor could the youth abstain, but he must wear The sacred ring wherewith she was endow'd, When first religious chastity she vow'd: