Petrarch's Sonnet 190 (compare with Wyatt, "Whoso List to Hunt")

A white doe on the green grass appeared to me, with two golden

horns, between two rivers, in the shade of a laurel, when the sun

was rising in an unripe season.

Her look was so sweet and proud that to follow her I left every

task, like the miser who as he seeks treasure sweetens his trouble

with delight.

"Let no one touch me," she bore written with diamonds and

topazes around her lovely neck. "It has pleased my Caesar to

make me free."

And the sun had already turned at midday; my eyes were tired

by looking but not sated, when I fell into the water, and she

disappeared.