"As Phœbus would have spoken more, away Penæis stale With fearefull steppes, and left him in the midst of all his tale…"

"And when thou hast on foot the purblind hare, Mark the poor wretch, to overshoot his troubles How he outruns the wind…"

"Betwixt two ridges of ploughed land sat Wat, Whose body, pressed to th’earth, lay close and squat. His nose upon his …"

"Then list’ning hares forsake the rustling woods, And, starting at the frequent noise, escape To the rough stubble and…"

"... The foodless wilds Pour forth their brown inhabitants; the hare, Though timorous of heart, and hard beset By deat…"

"Old Tiney, the surliest of his kind! Who, nursed with tender care, And to domestic bounds confined, Was still a wild …"

"Each outcry of the hunted Hare A fibre from the Brain does tear"

"March has its hares, and May must have its heroine."

"The hare limp’d trembling through the frozen grass,"

"I like the hunting of the hare; New sports I hold in scorn. I like to be as my fathers were, In the days ere I was born."