’Tis just the fashion: wherefore do you look
Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?’
Thus most invectively he pierceth through
The body of the country, city, court,
Yea, and of this our life; swearing that we
Are mere usurpers, tyrants and what’s worse,
To fright the animals and to kill them up
In their assign’d and native dwelling-place.[24]
More detailed and even more full of commiseration is the poet’s vivid description of the hunting of “the purblind hare.”
Mark the poor wretch, to overshoot his troubles,