1. They named him sword, though in his eyes reside two blades
One to slay me, surrendered, the other twain

2. For with one sword-stroke my murder would be made
Unless from two eyelids mercy should rain

3. I have captured him, and we both captives are
I'm his prisoner, while prisoner he of me

4. O sword, treat your love-prisoner with care
He seeks no grace of freedom given gently