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19. Sonnet. Beeing accused by a Gentlewoman for stealing of a Booke.

Let not thy selfe, faire Nimphe, nor none of thine,
Accuse me of no sacriligious theft,
For by the world, and by the starry lift,
And by the honour I doe owe thy shrine,
By the infernall spirits, and gods deuine,
And by the hallowed stately Stigian brayes,
I neuer meant (sweete dame) thee to displease,
For why thy griefe had likewise then beene mine,
If euer ought deare-loue from thee I stale,
I both protest and sweare it was no booke,
No nothing but a poore inueighling looke,
For which againe I left my freedome thrall,
Then blame me not for stealing of thy bookes,
Since you steale hearts, I onely steale poore lookes.