WHOSO List To Hunt

A sonnet by Thomas Wyatt
 WHOSO list to hunt, I know where is an hind, But as for me, helas! I may no more. The vain travail hath worried me so sore, I am of them that furthest come behind.  Yet may I by no means, my worried 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 in diamonds in letters plain  There is written, her fair neck round about, 'Touch me not, for Caesar's I am, And wild to hold, though I seem tame.' ,  said.(Thomas Wyatt, 1557),  said.


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