Love

Who so list to hount : I know where is an hynde

by Sir Thomas Wyatt 1503–1542

From The Poems of Sir Thomas Wiat (ed. A. K. Foxwell, 1913)

Love

Who so list to hount : I know where is an hynde,
But, as for me : helas, I may no more.
The vayne travail hath werid me so sore,
I ame of theim, that farthest cometh behinde

Yet, may I by no means, my weried mynde
Drawe from the Der; but as she fleeth afore
Faynting I folowe. I leve of therefore :
Sins in a nett I seke to hold the wynde.

Who list her hount : I put him oute of dowbte :
As well as I : may spend his tyme in vain.
And graven with Diamonds in letters plain :

There is written, her faier neck rounde abowte :
Noli me tangere for Cesars I ame
And wylde for to hold : though I seme tame.

MLA

Wyatt, Thomas. “Who so list to hount : I know where is an hynde.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wyatt/16/.

Chicago

Wyatt, Thomas. “Who so list to hount : I know where is an hynde.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/wyatt/16/.

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