Wyatt, Sir Thomas: Whoso List to Hunt

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,

"Noli me tangere, for Caesar's I am,

And wild to hold, though I seem tame."