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 The Fates consent, (aye me! dissembling Fates) They show'd their favours to conceal their hates, And draw Leander on, lest seas too high Should stay his too obsequious destiny: Who like a fleering slavish parasite, In warping profit or a traitorous sleight, Hoops round his rotten body with devotes, And pricks his descant face full of false notes; Praising with open throat, and oaths as foul As his false heart, the beauty of an owl; Kissing his skipping hand with charmed skips, That cannot leave, but leaps upon his lips Like a cock-sparrow, or a shameless quean Sharp at a red lipp'd youth, and nought doth mean Of all his antic shows, but doth repair More tender fawns, and takes a scatter'd hair From his tame subject's shoulder; whips and calls For every thing he lacks; creeps 'gainst the walls With backward humblesse, to give needless way: Thus his false fate did with Leander play.

First to black Eurus flies the white Leucote, (Born 'mongst the negroes in the Levant sea,