Already, see, the deep-mouth’d beagles catch 60
The tainted mazes; and, on eager sport
Intent, with emulous impatience try
Each doubtful track. Or, if a nobler prey
Delight you more, go chase the desperate deer;
And thro’ its deepest solitudes awake 65
The vocal forest with the jovial horn.
But if the breathless chase o’er hill and dale
Exceed your strength; a sport of less fatigue,
Not less delightful, the prolific stream