Love Armed

Aphra Behn

1640 to 1689

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From me he took his sighs and tears,
And every killing dart from thee.
From me his languishment and fears,
And set him up a deity;
Whilst thine the victor is, and free.
And strange tyrannic power he showed.
Enough t' undo the amorous world.
Which round about in sport he hurled;
Whilst bleeding hearts around him flowed,
But my poor heart alone is harmed,
Thus thou and I the god have armed,
But 'twas from mine he took desires
From thee his pride and cruelty;
For whom fresh pains he did create,
Love in fantastic triumph sat,
From thy bright eyes he took his fires,