text: 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.