ONe day as I vnwarily did gaze <br />on those fayre eyes my loues immortall light: <br />the whiles my stonisht hart stood in amaze, <br />through sweet illusion of her lookes delight. <br />I mote perceiue how in her glauncing sight, <br />legions of loues with little wings did fly: <br />darting their deadly arrowes fyry bright <br />at euery rash beholder passing by. <br />One of those archers closely I did spy, <br />ayming his arrow at my very hart: <br />when suddenly with twincle of her eye, <br />the Damzell broke his misintended dart. <br />Had she not so doon, sure I had bene slayne, <br />yet as it was, I hardly scap't with paine.<br /><br />Edmund Spenser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xvi/
