Edmund Spenser - Amoretti: Sonnet 16 lyrics

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 pa**ing 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.