I.

Being one day at my window all alone, So many strange things happened me to see, As much it grieveth me to think thereon. At my right hand a hynde appeared to mee, So faire as mote the greatest god delite; Two eager dogs did her pursue in chase, Of which the one was blacke, the other white; With deadly force, so in their cruell race They pincht the haunches of that gentle beast, That at the last, and in short time I spide, Under a rocke, where she, alas, opprest, Fell to the ground, and there untimely dide. Cruell death vanquishing so noble beautie Oft makes me wrile so harde a destanie.