The merits of his tuneful Spartan pack.
Would I could echo it concerning mine!
Tut, tut! They're off again on their own line.
Come back, ye fools, come back!
I envy Theseus! Just the sort of hounds
For a true Tory huntsman; kept in bounds
By discipline none ventures to defy.
With such a pack I should be well content;
But some of mine are keen on a false scent,
And off on a wild cry.