in Fantastic Triumph sat,
Whilst Bleeding Hearts around him flowed,
For whome Fresh pains he did create,
And strange Tyrannic power he showed;
From thy Bright Eyes he took his fire,
Which round about, in sport he hurled;
But 'twas from mine he took desire,
Enough to undo the armorous 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.
--Aphra Behn 1665