In spring oft roused for their master’s sport,
Who for it makes thy house his court;
Or with thy friends, the heart of all the year,
Divid’st upon the lesser deer;
In autumn, at the partrich mak’st a flight,
And giv’st thy gladder guests the sight;
And in the winter hunt’st the flying hare,
More for thy exercise than fare;
While all that follows, their glad ears apply
To the full greatness of the cry: