Thou scal'd my fort blind Captaine of conceite,
But you sweet mistresse entred at the breach:
There you made hauocke of my hart,
There you to triumph did my tyrant teach,
Beware he knowes to winne you by deceit,
Those Iuory walles cannot endure his dart,
That turret fram'd with heauens rare art
Immur'd with whitest porphyre, and inset
With roses checking natures pride of Rubye:
Those two true Diamonds which their windows frette,
Arch't with pure gold yet mourne in sable shade,
Warne not these that in daunger you bee?
Vanquish her little tyrant I will true bee,
And tho she will not yeeld to mee
Yet none could thrall my hart but shee.