When as Leander young was drown’d
No heart by Love receiv’d a wound,
But on a rock himself sat by,
There weeping sup’rabundantly.
Sighs numberless he cast about,
And, all his tapers thus put out,
His head upon his hand he laid,
And sobbing deeply, thus he said:
“Ah, cruel sea,” and, looking on’t,
Wept as he’d drown the Hellespont.
And sure his tongue had more express’d
But that his tears forbade the rest.
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