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.