Let others in Heroicks tell,
How Marlb'rough fought, or Ilium fell;
For me, I will, in humbler Verse,
My soft Captivity rehearse.

 No hardy Foot, no Warrior Horse,
No batt'ring Rams, or Ships of Force
Could ever cause the sad Distress,
That ravages within my Breast:
But 'tis a diff'rent Kind of War,
That spreads it's sweet Destruction far,
And shot from beauteous Cælia 's Eye,
Makes me not only love, but——die.