Sonnet 1

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 ludge, 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.