 Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung   With feigning voice verses of feigning love,   And stol'n the impression of her fantasy   With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gauds, conceits,   Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweetmeats—messengers   Of strong prevailment in unhardened youth. 
 You’ve come beneath her window in the moonlight and pretended to love her with your fake love songs. And you’ve stolen her fancy by giving her locks of your hair, rings, toys, trinkets, knickknacks, little presents, flowers, and candies—all of which will powerfully influence an innocent child.