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Richard Lovelace - The Duell
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Love drunk, the other day, knockt at my brest,
    But I, alas! was not within.
My man, my ear, told me he came t` attest,
    That without cause h`d boxed him,
And battered the windows of mine eyes,
And took my heart for one of`s nunneries.

                     II.
I wondred at the outrage safe return`d,
    And stormed at the base affront;
And by a friend of mine, bold faith, that burn`d,
    I called him to a strict accompt.
He said that, by the law, the challeng`d might
Take the advantage both of arms and fight.

                    III.
Two darts of equal length and points he sent,
    And nobly gave the choyce to me,
Which I not weigh`d, young and indifferent,
    Now full of nought but victorie.
So we both met in one of`s mother`s groves,
The time, at the first murm`ring of her doves.

                     IV.
I stript myself naked all o`re, as he:
    For so I was best arm`d, when bare.
His first pass did my liver rase: yet I
    Made home a falsify too neer:
For when my arm to its true distance came,
I nothing touch`d but a fantastick flame.

                     V.
This, this is love we daily quarrel so,
    An idle Don-Quichoterie:
We whip our selves with our own twisted wo,
    And wound the ayre for a fly.
The only way t` undo this enemy
Is to laugh at the boy, and he will cry.
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