Amoretti LXVII: Like as a Huntsman

    Like as a huntsman after weary chase,

    Seeing the game from him escap'd away,

    Sits down to rest him in some shady place,

    With panting hounds beguiled of their prey:

    So after long pursuit and vain assay,

    When I all weary had the chase forsook,

    The gentle deer return'd the self-same way,

    Thinking to quench her thirst at the next brook.

    There she beholding me with milder look,

  Sought not to fly, but fearless still did bide:

  Till I in hand her yet half trembling took,

  And with her own goodwill her firmly tied.

  Strange thing, me seem'd, to see a beast so wild,

  So goodly won, with her own will beguil'd.