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.
"

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