Love And My Mistress Were At Strife Who Had The Greatest Power On Me: Betwixt Them Both, Oh, What A Life! Nay, What A Death Is This To Be! She Said, She Did It With Her Eye; He Said, He Did It With His Dart; Betwixt Them Both (A Silly Wretch!) 'Tis I That Have The Wounded Heart. She Said, She Only Spake The Word That Did Enchant My Peering Sense; He Said, He Only Gave The Sound That Enter'D Heart Without Defence. She Said, Her Beauty Was The Mark That Did Amaze The Highest Mind; He Said, He Only Made The Mist Whereby The Senses Grew So Blind. She Said, That Only For Her Sake, The Best Would Venture Life And Limb: He Said, She Was Too Much Deceiv'D; They Honour'D Her Because Of Him. Long While, Alas, She Would Not Yield, But It Was She That Rul'D The Roost;[1] Until By Proof, She Did Confess, If He Were Gone, Her Joy Was Lost. And Then She Cried, "Oh, Dainty Love, I Now Do Find It Is For Thee, That I Am Lov'D And Honour'D Both, And Thou Hast Power To Conquer Me." But, When I Heard Her Yield To Love, Oh! How My Heart Did Leap For Joy! That Now I Had Some Little Hope To Have An End To Mine Annoy! But, As Too Soon, Before The Field The Trumpets Sound The Overthrow, So All Too Soon I Joy'D Too Much, For I Awaked, And Nothing Saw.[2] [Note 1: The Original Had 'Roast'] [Footnote 2: Ellis Reads So.]