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First Line: Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind
Last Line: And wild for to hold, though I seem tame.
Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas
Variant Title(s): "sonnets To Laura In Life: 157 (From Petrarch);rime 190 (Imitated From Petrarch);sonnet: 11;hands Off!;""who So List To Hounte I Know Where Is An Hynde"";
Subject(s): Boleyn, Anne (1507-1536); Deer; Hunting; Love; Hunters


Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind,
But as for me, alas, I may no more;
The vain travail hath wearied me so sore,
I am of them that furthest come behind.
Yet may I by no means my wearied mind
Draw from the deer, but as she fleeth afore
Fainting I follow; I leave off therefore,
Since in a net I seek to hold the wind.
Who list her hunt, I put him out of doubt.
As well as I, may spend his time in vain.
And graven with diamonds in letters plain,
There is written her fair neck round about,
"Noli me tangere" [touch me not], for Caesar's I am,
And wild for to hold, though I seem tame.




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