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 To Hero's tower, had that kind minute lasted. But now the cruel Fates with Até hasted To all the winds, and made them battle fight Upon the Hellespont, for either's right Pretended to the windy monarchy. And forth they brake, the seas mix'd with the sky, And toss'd distress'd Leander, being in hell, As high as heaven: bliss not in height doth dwell. The Destinies sate dancing on the waves, To see the glorious winds with mutual braves Consume each other. O true glass, to see How ruinous ambitious statists be To their own glories! Poor Leander cried For help to sea-born Venus; she denied,— To Boreas, that for his Attheia's sake, He would some pity on his Hero take, And for his own love's sake, on his desires: But Glory never blows cold Pity's fires. Then call'd he Neptune, who through all the noise, Knew with affright his wrack'd Leander's voice, And up he rose; for haste his forehead hit 'Gainst Heaven's hard crystal; his proud waves he smit