With ears that sweep away the morning dew;
Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls;
Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells
Each under each. A cry more tuneable
Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn,
In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly:
Judge when you hear."
GARDEN AT NEW PLACE
The talk of the hunters about the dogs in The Taming of the Shrew (ind. 1. 16) is in the same vein:—