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John Dryden - The Fair Stranger. A Song
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Happy and free, securely blest, 
No beauty could disturb my rest; 
My amorous heart was in despair 
To find a new victorious fair: 
Till you, descending on our plains, 
With foreign force renew my chains; 
Where now you rule without control, 
The mighty sovereign of my soul. 
Your smiles have more of conquering charms, 
Than all your native country`s arms; 
Their troops we can expel with ease, 
Who vanquish only when we please. 
But in your eyes, O! there`s the spell! 
Who can see them, and not rebel? 
You make us captives by your stay; 
Yet kill us if you go away.
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