Love Armed
Aphra Behn
1640 to 1689
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But 'twas from mine he took desires
From me he took his sighs and tears,
Thus thou and I the god have armed,
From me his languishment and fears,
For whom fresh pains he did create,
Love in fantastic triumph sat,
But my poor heart alone is harmed,
Whilst thine the victor is, and free.
And set him up a deity;
Enough t' undo the amorous world.
From thy bright eyes he took his fires,
From thee his pride and cruelty;
Which round about in sport he hurled;
Whilst bleeding hearts around him flowed,
And every killing dart from thee.
And strange tyrannic power he showed.