Who so list to hount I knowe where is an hynde
But as for me, helas, I may no more;
The vayne travaill hath weried me so sore,
I ame of them that farthest cometh behind;
Yet may I by no meanes, my weried mynde
Drawe from the Deere, but as she fleeth afore
Faynting I followe. I leve of therefore
Sithens in a nett I seke to hold the wynde.
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