Amoretti, Sonnet 67 by Edmund Spenser
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 …
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 …
Like as a ship, that through the ocean wide, By conduct of some star, doth make her way, Whenas a storm hath dimmed her trusty guide, Out of her course doth wander …