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.

Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503 - 1542) is known, if at all nowadays, for introducing the Italian sonnet form (as used by Petrarch particularly) into English usage. Many of his best poems (such as “Whoso list to hunt”) are imitations of Petrarch (in this case, most likely Petrarch’s 190th sonnet). He was a diplomat in the service of Henry VIII, traveling to Italy, France and Spain. Wyatt was imprisioned for his affair with Anne Boleyn; and imprisioned a second time for treason after the fall of Cromwell.

I like this poem for the way Wyatt expresses personal disappointment and weariness in the great chase, while still admiring a quarry that has both eluded him and is now possessed by a greater man (Caesar). All in sonnet form.

The poet tells of his weariness in hunting a female deer (hind). He asserts that he is not giving up, just falling further behind; his wearied mind is still game. But as she continues to flee, he finally leaves off, recognizing his hunt to be as fruitless as seeking to catch the wind in a net. And he counsels others similarly inclined that they would be spending their time in vain. Of course, there is more than hunting deer going on here, and the imagery and the vocabulary take a turn for the more personal in the last four lines. For this fleeing female wears around her fair neck a necklace with diamonds spelling out the last couplet of the poem: a phrase from the Vulgate: ‘touch me not’, for I belong to Caesar (or Henry VIII, as the case may be). The wonderful final line captures both the passion and the yoked submission suggested by the diamond necklace, both of great interest to the speaker, who can appreciate both but enjoy neither.

— David