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Love in fantastic Triumph sat,Love in fantastic Triumph sat
Love in fantastic Triumph sat, Whilst bleeding hearts around him flowed, For whom fresh pains he did create, And strange tyrannic power he showed; From thy bright eyes he took his fire, Which roundabout, in sport he hurled; But 'twas from mine he took desire Enough to 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 armed, And set him up a deity; But my poor heart alone is harmed, Whilst thine the victor is, and free.
Love sat in a wonderful and victorious way, While bleeding hearts were all around him, For whom he made new pains, And showed strange oppressive power; He took his passion from your bright eyes, Which he playfully threw around; But from my eyes, he took longing Enough to destroy the world of love.
He took my sighs and tears, From you, he took pride and harshness; From me, he took weakness and fears, And every deadly arrow from you; Thus, you and I have armed the god, And made him a divine being; But only my heart is hurt, While yours is the winner and free.