What needeth these threnning words and wasted wind? <br />All this cannot make me restore my prey. <br />To rob your good, iwis, is not my mind, <br />Nor causeless your fair hand did I display. <br />Let love be judge or else whom next we meet <br />That may both hear what you and I can say: <br />She took from me an heart, and I a glove from her. <br />Let us see now if th'one be worth th'other.<br /><br />Sir Thomas Wyatt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-needeth-these-threat-ning-words/
