Sporting 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, whom loue guilty tearmeth,
Conscience the Iudge, twelue Reasons are the Iurie,
They finde mine eies the beutie t' haue let in,
And on this verdict giuen, agreed they bin,
Wherefore, because his beauty did allure yee,
Your Doome is this: in teares still to be drowned,
When his faire forehead with disdaine is frowned.
Sporting at fancy, setting light by love,
There came a thief, and stole away my heart
(And therefore robbed me of my chiefest part):
Yet cannot Reason him a felon prove.
For why? His beauty (my heart’s thief) affirmeth,
Piercing no skin (the body’s sensitive wall)
And having leave, and free consent withal,
Himself not guilty, whom Love guilty termeth.
Conscience the judge, twelve Reasons are the jury,
They find mine eyes the beauty to have let in,
And on this verdict given, agreed they been:
Wherefore, because his beauty did allure ye,
Your doom is this: in tears still to be drowned,
When his fair forehead with disdain is frowned.