Who list to hunt, I know where is a hind,
 But as for me (oh dear) I may no more.
 The work in vain has worn me down so sore,
 I'm one of whose who come in last in line.
 Yet by no means may I my worn out mind
 Draw from the deer, but as she flees me more
 Faint must I seek her.  I leave off -- no more,
 Since in a net I seek to hold the wind.
 Who list her hunt, I put him out of doubt,
 As well as I my spend his time in vain.
 And wrought with gems in words so plain
 Is writ, on her fair neck to mark her out:
 "Don't touch me, for the king's I am,
 And wild for to hold, though I seem tame."

                                -- Sir Tom Watt

It's thought the girl is Anne, King Hal the Eighth's wife mark 2.0, with whom Sir Tom might have slept ere she caught the king's eye.