One day I sought with her hart-thrilling eies
to make a truce and termes to entertaine:
all fearlesse then of so false enimies,
which sought me to entrap in treasons traine.
So as I then disarmed did remaine,
a wicked ambush which lay hidden long
in the close covert of her guilefull eyen,
thence breaking forth did thick about me throng.
Too feeble I t'abide the brunt so strong,
was forst to yeeld my selfe into their hands:
who me captiving streight with rigorous wrong,
have ever since me kept in cruell bands.
So Ladie now to you I doo complaine,
against your eies that justice I may gaine.
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