Song, from Abdelazar
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 fires,Which round about in sport he hurled;But ’twas from mine he took desiresEnough to undo the amorous world.
From me he took his sighs and tears,From thee his pride and cruelty;From me his languishment 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.
JOSEPH ADDISON 1672–1719