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.