Edmund Spenser,
Amoretti — Sonnet 67
“ Like as a huntsman after weary chase, Seeing the game from him escaped 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 returned the self-same way, thinking to quench her thirst at the next brooke. ”
