Who said "your eyes have shot their arrows into my heart"?

Question: Who said "your eyes have shot their arrows into my heart"!?

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Edmund Spencer once wrote in "Amoretti", "Seeing my heart through launched everywhere
With thousand arrows, which your eyes have shot:
Yet shoot ye sharply still, and spare me not"

Here is the full context of the sonnet:

LVII

Sweet warrior, when shall I have peace with you!?
High time it is, this war now ended were:
Which I no longer can endure to sue,
Ne your incessant battery more to bear:
So weak my powers, so sore my wounds appear
That wonder is how I should live a jot,
Seeing my heart through launched everywhere
With thousand arrows, which your eyes have shot:
Yet shoot ye sharply still, and spare me not,
But glory think to make these cruel stoures!.
Ye cruel one, what glory can be got,
In slaying him that would live gladly yours!?
Make peace therefore, and grant me timely grace,
That all my wouds will heal in little space!.

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Petrarch and Bocaccio, who lived in the early- to late-14th century, used this metaphor, as did the Provencal troubadours!. Apparently there might have been someone who used it in Classical times as well, but I couldn't get access to the articles that had that information!.

Heres an example from Petrarch (where many time arrows are darts instead, at least in translation):

SONNET CXCI!.

_Aura, che quelle chiome bionde e crespe!._

HE ENVIES THE BREEZE WHICH SPORTS WITH HER, THE STREAM THAT FLOWS
TOWARDS HER!.

Ye laughing gales, that sporting with my fair,
The silky tangles of her locks unbraid;
And down her breast their golden treasures spread;
Then in fresh mazes weave her curling hair,
You kiss those bright destructive eyes, that bear
The flaming darts by which my heart has bled;
My trembling heart! that oft has fondly stray'd
To seek the nymph, whose eyes such terrors wear!.
Methinks she's found--but oh! 'tis fancy's cheat!
Methinks she's seen--but oh! 'tis love's deceit!
Methinks she's near--but truth cries "'tis not so!"
Go happy gale, and with my Laura dwell!
Go happy stream, and to my Laura tell
What envied joys in thy clear crystal flow!

ANON!. 1777!.Www@QuestionHome@Com