Song : 'Love Armed'

Love in fantastic triumph sat,
        Whilst bleeding hearts around him flow'd,
    For whom fresh pains he did create,
        And strange tyrannic power he shew'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 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.