One day as I unwarily did gaze
on those fayre eyes my loves immortall light:
the whiles my stonisht hart stood in amaze,
through sweet illusion of her lookes delight,
I mote perceive how in her glauncing sight,
legions of loves with little wings did fly:
darting their deadly arrowes fyry bright,
at every rash beholder passing by.
One of those archers closely I did spy,
ayming his arrow at my very hart:
when suddenly with twincle of her eye,
the Damzell broke his misintended dart.
Had she not so doon, sure I had bene slayne,
yet as it was, I hardly scap't with paine.
on those fayre eyes my loves immortall light:
the whiles my stonisht hart stood in amaze,
through sweet illusion of her lookes delight,
I mote perceive how in her glauncing sight,
legions of loves with little wings did fly:
darting their deadly arrowes fyry bright,
at every rash beholder passing by.
One of those archers closely I did spy,
ayming his arrow at my very hart:
when suddenly with twincle of her eye,
the Damzell broke his misintended dart.
Had she not so doon, sure I had bene slayne,
yet as it was, I hardly scap't with paine.
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