Who join’d me in the hunt. You saw my hounds
True to the scent; and we have two-legg’d dogs
Among us who can smell a true occasion,
And when to bark and how.
Synorix.
My good Lord Sinnatus,
I once was at the hunting of a lion.
Roused by the clamour of the chase he woke,
Came to the front of the wood—his monarch mane
Bristled about his quick ears—he stood there