The Tragedy of Hero and Leander: OR, The Two unfortunate Lovers.  
Famous Leander for his love renowned,  
In crossing of the Hellespont was drowned,  
And Hero when his corpse she once e●py'd,  
She leapt into the waves, and with him died.  
To a pleasant new Tune, Or, I will never love thee more.  
 

COme mournful muse assist my quill,  
whilst I with grief relate,  
A story of two Lovers true,  
cut off by cruel fate:  
Death only parts, united hearts,  
and brings them to their graves,  
Whilst others sleep within the deep,  
or perish in the waves.   

Leander on the bay of bliss,  
Pontus, he naked stood;  
In passion of delay he sprang,  
into the fatal flood.  
The raging seas, none can appease,  
his fortune ebbs and flows,  
The heaven down showers, and rain down powers,  
and the wind aloft it blows.   

The Lad forsook the Land, and did  
unto the Gods complain.  
You Rocks, you rugged Waves,  
you Elements of Hail and Rain,  
What 'tis to miss, true lover's bliss,  
alas you do not know,  
Make me a wrack as I come back,  
but spare me as I go.   

Behold on yonder tower, see where,  
my fair beloved lies  
This th' appointed hour, hark how  
she on Leander cries;  
The Gods were mute, unto his suit,  
the billows answered, No;  
The surges rise, up to the skies,  
but he sunk down below.   

Sweet Hero like Dame Venus' fair  
all in her Turrit stood,  
Expecting of her Lover dear,  
who crossing was the Flood:  
A feeble light, through darksome night,  
she set her Love to guide:  
With waving arms, and loves Alarms,  
with a voice full loud she cried.   
 

YOu cruel waves some pity show,  
unto my dearest friend;  
And you tempestuous winds that blow,  
at this time prove ●ore kind:  
O waft my love secure to shore,  
that I his face may see;  
With tears your help I do implore  
your pity lend to me.   

Let each kind Dolphin now befriend,  
and help my love along;  
And bring him to his journey's end  
before his breath is gone;  
Let not a wave become his grave,  
and p●rt us both for ever;  
Pity my grief, send him relief,  
and help him now or never.   

The fierce and cruel tempest did  
most violently rage;  
Not her laments nor discontents  
its fury could assuage;  
The winds were high and he must die,  
the fates did so ordain;  
It was design●d he ne'er should find  
his dearest Love again.   

She spread her silken veil for to  
secure the blazing light,  
To guide her Love, least on the Rocks  
his wearied limbs should smite:  
But cruel fate it prov●d his 〈◊〉,  
and caused him to sleep;  
Sh● from above, beheld her love  
●lye drowned in the deep.   

Her show●y eyes with tears brought in  
the tide before its time;  
Her sad lamenting grows likewise  
unto the skies did climb:  
O Heavens (quoth she) against poor me  
do you your forces b●nd;  
Then from the Walls in haste she 〈◊〉  
to meet her dying friend.   

Her rew●ed● w●d arms about,  
his senseless co●●s she clipps,  
And many kisses spent in vain  
upon his dying ●ipps:  
Then waved her hands, unto the Lands,  
singing with d●ing pride;  
Go tell the World in billows strong,  
I with my Love have dy'd.   

Thus did they both their breath resign,  
unto the will of fate;  
And in the deep embrace and twine,  
when Death did end their date:  
Let Lovers all example take,  
and evermore prove true,  
For Hero and Leander's sake,  
who bids you all adieu.    

Printed for R. Burton, at the Horse shoe in West-smithfield, near the Hospital g●…