Classic Poem

One day I sought with her hart-thrilling eies,
To make a truce and termes to entertaine:
All fearelesse 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.