Song : 'Love Armed'

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Love in fantastic triumph sate
 Whilst bleeding hearts around him flow’d,
For whom fresh pains he did create
 And strange tyrannic power he show’d:
From thy bright eyes he took his fires,
 Which round about in sport he hurl’d;
But ’twas from mine he took desires
 Enough t’ undo the amorous world.

From me he took his sighs and tears,
 From thee his pride and cruelty;
From me his languishments and fears,
 And every killing dart from thee.
Thus thou and I the god have arm’d
 And set him up a deity;
But my poor heart alone is harm’d,
 Whilst thine the victor is, and free!

© Aphra Behn