 Love in fantastic triumph-sate, 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 for mine he took desires 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 deedy, but my poor heart alone is harmed whilst thine the victor is, and free. And of poem this recording is in the public domain. From thy bright eyes he took his fires, which round about in sport he hurled, but twas for mine he took desires 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 deedy, but my poor heart alone is harmed whilst thine the victor is, and free. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. Love in fantastic triumphs sate, while bleeding hearts round him flowed, from whom fresh pains he did create, and strange tyronic power he showed. From thy bright eyes he took his fires, which round about in sport he hurled, but twas for mine he took desires enough to undo the amorous world. From me he took his sighs and tears, and 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 deedy, but my poor heart alone is harmed whilst thine the victor is, and free. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. Song by Afra Ben, read for LibriVox.org by Ezwa. Love in fantastic triumphs sate, whilst bleeding hearts round him flowed, for whom fresh pains he did create, and strange tyronic power he showed. From thy bright eyes he took his fires, which round about in sport he hurled, but twas for mine he took desires 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 deedy, but my poor heart alone is harmed whilst thine the victor is, and free. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. Song by Afra Ben, read for LibriVox.org by Joe Brenman. Love in fantastic triumphs sate, whilst bleeding hearts around him flowed, for whom fresh pains he did create, and strange tyronic power he showed. From thy bright eyes he took his fires, which round about in sport he hurled, but twas for mine he took desires enough to undo the amorous world. For 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 deedy, but my poor heart alone is harmed whilst thine the victor is, and free. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. Song by Afra Ben, read for LibriVox.org by Jeanette Ferguson. Love in fantastic triumphs sate, whilst bleeding hearts around him flowed, for whom fresh pains he did create, and strange tyronic power he showed. From thy bright eyes he took his fires, which round about in sport he hurled, but twas for mine he took desires enough to undo the amorous world. For 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 deedy, but my poor heart alone is harmed whilst thine the victor is, and free. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. Song by Afra Ben, read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett. Love in fantastic triumphs sate, whilst bleeding hearts around him flowed, for whom fresh pains he did create, and strange tyronic power he showed. From thy bright eyes he took his fires, which round about in sport he hurled, but twas for mine he took desires enough to undo the amorous world. For 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 deedy, but my poor heart alone is harmed whilst thine the victor is, and free. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. Song by Afra Ben, read for LibriVox.org by Mark Smith. Love in fantastic triumphs sate, whilst bleeding hearts around him flowed, for whom fresh pains he did create, and strange tyronic power he showed. From thy bright eyes he took his fires, which round about in sport he hurled, but which was from mine he took desires 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 deedy, but my poor heart alone is harmed whilst thine the victor is, and free. End of poem this recording is in the public domain.