Sonnet 12
ONE day I sought with her hart-thrilling[1] eies,
To make a truce, and termes to entertaine[2]:
All fearlesse then of so false enimies,
Which sought me to entrap in treasons traine[3].
So as I then disarméd did remaine,
A wicked ambush, which lay hidden long
In the close[4] covert[5] of her guilefull eyen,
Thence breaking forth, did thick about me throng,
Too feeble I t'abide the brunt[6] so strong,
Was forst to yeeld my selfe into their hands:
Who me captiving streight[7] with rigorous wrong,
Have ever since me kept in cruell bands.
So, Ladie, now to you I doo complaine,
Against your eyes that justice I may gaine.
[1] hart-thrilling:打动人心的。
[2] entertaine:条约谈判。
[3] traine:叛逆的诱惑。
[4] close:隐秘的。
[5] covert:灌木丛。
[6] brunt:突击，猛袭，猛攻。
[7] straight:紧紧地。
