ONe day I sought with her hart-thrilling eies, <br />to make a truce and termes to entertaine: <br />all fearlesse then of so false enimies, <br />which sought me to entrap in treasons traine. <br />So as I then disarmed did remaine, <br />a wicked ambush which lay hidden long <br />in the close couert of her guilefull eyen, <br />thence breaking forth did thick about me throng, <br />Too feeble I t'abide the brunt so strong, <br />was forst to yeeld my selfe into their hands: <br />who me captiuing streight with rigorous wrong, <br />haue euer since me kept in cruell bands. <br />So Ladie now to you I doo complaine, <br />against your eies that iustice I may gaine.<br /><br />Edmund Spenser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xii-3/
