Lysander I persue in vain

Lysander I pursue in vain;
Cruel Lysander, thus to fly me;
Belinda never must obtain
Who is so great, will still deny me?

But am I not the God of Love?
Bring my trusty arms:
Weak beauty must successless prove;
This dart has stronger charms

Ah! Feeble arms and hurtless dart!
Nothing, nothing Belinda can prevail
Alas, what hopes to wound a heart
Arm’d with a double coat of mail?

She that could noble conquests boast
Now falls a victim to disdain and shame
Belinda is forever lost;
Mad that I loved and not suppressed the flame;

See, see not it rises to the sky
And turns a blazing star;
The frighted еarth looks pale and cries:
It threatеns universal war

Two armies already join battle above:
The God of War fights the God of Love
Stand firm, my batallions;
The tyrant shall yield;

My reserve of wing’d archers will carry the field:
They fly, smite, flank and rear
So now will I storm your castle i’th’ air
The chariot of the sun in my rage overtuning;

Consume the whole world
Since Belinda’s aburning