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Porting at fancie, setting light by loue,

There came a theefe, and stole away my heart,

(And therefore robd me of my chiefest part)

Yet cannot Reason him a felon proue.

For why his beauty (my hearts thiefe) affirmeth,

Piercing no skin (the bodies fensiue wall)

And hauing leaue, and free consent withall,

Himselfe not guilty, from loue guilty tearmeth,

Conscience the Iudge, twelue Reasons are the Iurie,

They finde mine eies the be[a]utie t' haue let in,

And on this verdict giuen, agreed they bin,

VVherefore, because his beauty did allure yee,

Your Doome is this: in teares still to be drowned,

VVhen his faire forehead with disdain is frowned.