Love In Fantastic Triumph Sate Whilst Bleeding Hearts Around Him Flow'D, For Whom Fresh Pains He Did Create And Strange Tyrannic Power He SHow'd: From Thy Bright Eyes He Took His Fires, Which Round About In Sport He Hurl'D; But 'Twas From Mine He Took Desires Enough T' 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!