Love Conquered

I
THE childish God of Love did sweare
Thus: by my awfull Bow and Quiver,
Yon' weeping, kissing, smiling pair,
I'le scatter all their vowes i' th' Ayr,
And their knit imbraces shiver.

II
Up then to th' head with his best Art
Full of spite and envy blowne,
At her constant Marble Heart,
He drawes his swiftest surest dart,
Which bounded back, and hit his owne.

III
Now the Prince of fires burnes !
Flames in the luster of her eyes ;
Triumphant she, refuses, scornes ;
He submits, adores, and mournеs
And is his Votresse Sacrifice.

IV
Foolish Boyе ! Resolve me now
What 'tis to sigh and not be heard ?
He weeping, kneel'd, and made a vow,
The world shall love as yon' fast two,
So on his sing'd wings up he steer'd.