chapter  18
Song.
Love Arm’d.
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I Love in Fantastique Triumph satt, Whilst Bleeding Hearts a round him flow’d, For whom Fresh paines he did Create, And strange Tyranick power he show’d; 5 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, 10 From thee his Pride and Crueltie; From me his Languishments and Feares, And every Killing Dart from thee; Thus thou and I, the God have arm’d, And sett him up a Deity; 15 But my poor Heart alone is harm’d, Whilst thine the Victor is, and free.