Full Poem

Song: Love Armed

Love in fantastic triumph sat,
Whilst bleeding hearts around him flowed;
For whom fresh pains he did create,
And strange tyrannic power he showed:

From thy bright eyes he took his fire,
Which round about in sport he hurled;
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 armed,
And set him up a deity;
But my poor heart alone is harmed,
Whilst thine the victor is, and free.