More tender fawns,[115] and takes a scatter'd hair30
From his tame subject's shoulder; whips and calls
For everything he lacks; creeps 'gainst the walls
With backward humbless, to give needless way:
Thus his false fate did with Leander play.
First to black Eurus flies the white Leucote
(Born 'mongst the negroes in the Levant sea,
On whose curl'd head the glowing sun doth rise),
And shows the sovereign will of Destinies,
To have him cease his blasts; and down he lies.