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 She proudly sits,) more overrules the flood Than she the hearts of those that near her stood. Even as when gaudy nymphs pursue the chase, Wretched Ixion's shaggy-footed race, Incens'd with savage heat, gallop amain From steep pine-bearing mountains to the plain; So ran the people forth to gaze upon her, And all that view'd her were enamour'd on her. And as in fury of a dreadful fight, Their fellows being slain, or put to flight, Poor soldiers stand with fear of death dead strooken, So at her presence all surpris'd and tooken, Await the sentence of her scornful eyes: He whom she favours, lives; the other dies. There might you see one sigh, another rage; And some, their violent passions to assuage, Compile sharp satires; but, alas, too late: For faithful love will never turn to hate. And many seeing great princes were denied, Pin'd as they went, and thinking on her died. On this feast-day, O cursed day and hour! Went Hero thorough Sestos, from her tower To Venus' temple, where unhappily, As after chanc'd, they did each other spy.