Edmund Spenser

(Sonnet XII)

One day I sought with her heart-thrilling eyes,
  to make a truce and terms to entertain:
  all fearless then of so false enemies,
  which sought me to entrap in treason's train.
So as I then disarmed did remain,
  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 yield my self into their hands:
  who me captiving straight with rigorous wrong,
  have ever since me kept in cruel bands.
So Lady now to you I do complain,
  against your eyes that justice I may gain.