When first I saw thee

When first I saw thee, thou didst sweetly play

The gentle thief, and stol'st my heart away.

Render 't again, or else send me thine own,

Two is too much for thee, when I have none;

Which if thou dost not, I will swear thou art

A sweet-faced creature with a double heart.

Yet pardon, fair one. I did freely give

To thee my heart and yet without it live.

By powerful flames shot from thy conquering eye

To thee, sweet mansion, let it ever fly;

And though I am of my poor heart bereft,

'T may prove a happy union, not a theft.