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 With his fork'd sceptre, that could not obey; Much greater powers than Neptune's gave them sway. They lov'd Leander so, in groans they brake When they came near him; and such space did take 'Twixt one another, loath to issue on, That in their shallow furrows earth was shown, And the poor lover took a little breath: But the curs'd Fates sat spinning of his death On every wave, and with the servile winds Tumbled them on him. And now Hero finds, By that she felt, her dear Leander's state, She wept and pray'd for him to every Fate; And every wind that whipp'd her with her hair About the face, she kiss'd and spake it fair, Kneel'd to it, gave it drink out of her eyes To quench his thirst: but still their cruelties E'en her poor torch envied, and rudely beat The 'bating flame from that dear food it eat: Dear, for it nourish'd her Leander's life, Which, with her robe she rescued from their strife: But silk too soft was, such hard hearts to break; And she, dear soul, e'en as her silk, faint, weak, Could not preserve it: out, O out it went. Leander still call'd Neptune, that now rent