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Whoso List to Hunt Poem Text

By Sir Thomas Wyatt

Whoso List to Hunt: Text of the Poem

Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind,
But as for me, alas, I may no more.
The vain travail hath worried 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,
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, for Caesar's I am,
And wild for to hold, though I seem tame."