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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
couert 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 captiuing streight with rigorous
wrong,
haue euer since me kept in cruell bands.
So Ladie now to you I doo complaine,
against your
eies that iustice I may gaine.
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