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.

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