Mine eye with all the deadly sins is fraught. First proud, since it presumed to look so high; A watchman being made stood gazing by, And idle, took no heed till I was caught; And envious bears envy that my thought Should in his absence be to her so nigh; To k** my heart, mine eye let in her eye, And so consent gave to a murder wrought; And covetous, it never would remove From her fair hair, gold so doth please his sight; Unchaste, a bawd between my heart and love; A glutton eye, with tears drunk every night: These sins procuréd have a goddess' ire, Wherefore my heart is damned in love's sweet fire.