Song : 'Love Armed'

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!