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 But all his powers in her desires awaked, Her love and virtues cloth'd him richly naked. Men kiss but fire that only shows pursue,— Her torch and Hero, figure show and virtue.

Now at opposed Abydos nought was heard But bleating flocks, and many a bellowing herd, Slain for the nuptials; cracks of falling woods; Blows of broad axes; pourings out of floods. The guilty Hellespont was mix'd and stain'd With bloody torrent, that the shambles rain'd; Not arguments of feast, but shows that bled, Foretelling that red night that followed. More blood was spilt, more honours were address'd, Than could have graced any happy feast; Rich banquets, triumphs, every pomp employs His sumptuous hand: no miser's nuptial joys. Air felt continual thunder with the noise Made in the general marriage violence: And no man knew the cause of this expense, But the two hapless lords, Leander's sire, And poor Leander, poorest where the fire Of credulous love made him most rich surmis'd: As short was he of that himself so priz'd,