But I, whome fancy made but over fond,
Pleaded myselfe with looks as if I lovd; 40
I fed myne eye with gazing on his face,
And still bewitcht lovd Lacie with my looks;
My hart with sighes, myne eyes pleaded with tears,
My face held pittie and content at once,
And more I could not sipher out by signes, 45
But that I lovd Lord Lacie with my heart.
Then, worthy Edward, measure with thy minde
If womens favours will not force men fall,