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ONe day as I
vnwarily did gaze
on those fayre eyes my loues
immortall light:
the whiles my stonisht hart stood
in amaze,
through sweet illusion of her lookes
delight.
I mote perceiue how in her glauncing sight,
legions of loues with little wings did fly:
darting their deadly arrowes fyry bright
at euery
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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