Sonnet 12

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。

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