• Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind,
    But as for me, hélas, I may no more.
    The vain travail hath wearied 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,
    Sithens 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.

    1557 'Whoso List to Hunt'. The subject of the poem is thought to Be Anne Boleyn. See Bible 118:23.