The following is a poem which is was inspired by Anne Boleyn. It may well be that this poem reveals a great deal about Anne Boleyn, and the kind of woman she was, the subject of such an ardently passionate poem.Whoso List To Hunt
by
Sir Thomas Wyatt
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.
Oh yes, very revealing indeed, I think.
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