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 Love-blest Leander was with love so filled, That love to all that touch'd him he instilled. And as the colours of all things we see, To our sight's powers communicated be; So to all objects that in compass came Of any sense he had, his senses' flame Flow'd from his parts with force so virtual, It fir'd with sense things mere insensual.

Now, with warm baths and odours comforted, When he lay down he kindly kiss'd his bed, As consecrating it to Hero's right, And vow'd thereafter, that whatever sight Put him in mind of Hero, or her bliss, Should be her altar to prefer a kiss.

Then laid he forth his late enriched arms, In whose white circle Love writ all his charms, And made his characters sweet Hero's limbs, When on his breast's warm sea she sideling swims. And as those arms, held up in circle, met, He said, "See, sister, Hero's carcanet! Which she had rather wear about her neck, Than all the jewels that do Juno deck."