Turnd to a stone was he that did bewray
(Unwitting) to the craftie Theife himselfe
The theft; not thinking he had stoln the pray,
In hope to gaine a little paltrie pelfe:
So I, who unawares to cruell Thee
(The robber of my hart) confest the theft,
A senselesse Stone like Battus am to see:
Onely in this, unlike that shape bereft:
That where to worthlesse Stone he turned was,
I for a Touchstone true of Love doo passe.