He leads the van on Spangle: next Jack[16] upon his mare;
There’s neither wall nor water shall stop the gallant pair
Of first-rate, &c.
A check! a check! now freshman bold, “hold hard, Sir, if you please:”
Just watch Jim’s clever casts, Sir, just watch his “busy bees:[17]
He has it now! Right merrily “that sweetest music” rang;
So press your steeds, my gallant lads, and catch him if you can—
This first-rate English fox-hunter.
One of the present time.
And now the pace doth tell a tale: press on, ye happy few;