Love in Fantastique Triumph satt, br Whilst bleeding Hearts around him flow'd, br For whom Fresh pains he did create, br And strange Tryanic power he show'd; br From thy Bright Eyes he took his fire, br Which round about, in sport he hurl'd; br But 'twas from mine he took desire, br Enough to undo the Amorous World. br From me he took his sighs and tears, br From thee his Pride and Crueltie; br From me his Languishments and Feares, br And every Killing Dart from thee; br Thus thou and I, the God have arm'd, br And sett him up a Deity; br But my poor Heart alone is harm'd, br Whilst thine the Victor is, and free.