Love Arm'd

    Love in Fantastique Triumph sat,
    Whilst bleeding Hearts around him flow'd,
    For whom Fresh pains he did create,
    And strange Tryanic power he show'd;
    From thy Bright Eyes he took his fire,
    Which round about, in sport he hurl'd;
    But 'twas from mine he took desire,
    Enough to undo the Amorous World.
    From me he took his sighs and tears,
    From thee his Pride and Crueltie;
    From me his Languishments and Feares,
    And every Killing Dart from thee;
    Thus thou and I, the God have arm'd,
    And sett him up a Deity;
    But my poor Heart alone is harm'd,
    Whilst thine the Victor is, and free.