WHOSO list to hunt,I know where is an hind,
But as for me,hélas,I may no more....
The vain travail hath wearied me so sore,
I am of them that farthest cometh 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,
Sithens 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,for Caesar's I am,
And wild for to hold,though I seem tame.....
But as for me,hélas,I may no more....
The vain travail hath wearied me so sore,
I am of them that farthest cometh 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,
Sithens 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,for Caesar's I am,
And wild for to hold,though I seem tame.....
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