Sporting at fancie, setting light by love, There came a theefe and stole away my heart, (And therefore robd me of my chiefest part) Yet cannot Reason him a felon prove. For why his beauty (my hearts thiefe) affirmeth, Piercing no skin (the bodies fensive wall) And having leave, and free consent withall, Himselfe not guilty, from love guilty tearmeth, Conscience the Iudge, twelve Reasons are the Iurie, They finde mine eies the beutie t'have let in, And on this verdict given, 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 disdain is frowned. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DOUBLE STANDARD by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER SONNET: 1 by CHARLES HAMILTON SORLEY BALLAD by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH RESIGNATION by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER EXTEMPORE ON BEING SHOWN SHOE BUCKLES WORN BY DAVID GARRICK by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |