Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught."
that al my wounds will heale in little space."
Seeing the game from him escapt away:
sits downe to rest him in some shady place,
with panting hounds beguiled of their pray,
So after long pursuit and vaine assay,"
the gentle deare returnd the selfe-same way,
thinking to quench her thirst at the next brooke."
"There she beholding me with mylder looke,
sought not to fly, but fearelesse still did bide:
till I in hand her yet halfe trembling tooke,
and with her owne goodwill hir fyrmely tyde."
so goodly wonne with her owne will beguyld."