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Officious Grooms ftand ready by their Side ;
And some with Combs their flowing Maries divide, (Dryd. Virg:
And others stroke their Chests, and gently sooth their Pride.

White were his Fetlocks and his Feer before,
And on his Front a snowy Star be bore.

Dryd. Virg
The Beast was sturdy, large and tall,
With Mouth of Meal, and Eyes of Wall
I would say Eye, for he'd but one
As most agree, tho' some say none.
He was well stay'd, and in his Gate
Preserv'd a grave majestick State:
At Spur or Switch no more he skip'd,
Or mended Pace, than Spaniørd whip'd ;
And yet fo fiery, he would bound,
As if he griev'd to touch the Ground;
That Cafar's Horse, who; as Fame goes,
Had Corns upon his Feet and Toes,
Was not by half so tender hoof'd,
Nor trod upon the Ground fo fofc :
And as that Beast would kneel and stood
(Some write) to take his Rider up :
So Hudibras's ('tis well known).
Would often do to set him down.
His ftrutting Ribs on both sides show'd
Like Furrows he himself had plow'd ;
For underneath the Skirt of Pannel,
?Twixt ev'ry two there was a Channel,
His dragling Tail hung in the Dirt,
Which on his Rider he would flirt ;
Still as his tender Side he prick’d,
With arm'd Heel, or with unarm'd, kick'd;
For Hudibras worc but one Spur,
As wisely knowing, could he stir
To active Trot one side of's Horse,
The other would not hang an Arse.

HORSE-R A CE..
The Signal giv'n by the Thrill Trumpets Sound,
The Coursers itart, and fcour along the Ground
So Boreas starting from his northern Goal,
Sweeps o'er the Mountains to the adverse Pole;
His furious Wings the flying Clouds remove
From the blue Plains and spacious Wilds above :
Insulting o'er the Seas, he loudly roars,
And shoves the tumbling Billows to the Shores.
While for the Palm the straining Steeds contend;
Beneath their Hoofs the Grass does scarcely bend

So long and smooth their Strokes, so swift they pass,

That the Spectators of the noble Race,
Can scarce distinguish by their doubtful Eye,
If on the Ground they run, or in the Air chey fly.
So when the Earth smiles with a Summer's Ray,
And wanton Swallows o'er the Valleys play,
In Sport each other they so swiftly chafe,
Sweeping with easy Wings the Meadows Face,
They

seem upon the Ground to fly a Race.
O'er Hills and Dales the speedy Coursers fly,
And with thick Clouds of Dust obscure the Sky.
With clashing Whips the furious Riders tear
Their Courfer's Sides, and wound th'afflicted Air.
On their thick Manes the stooping Riders lie,
Press forward, and would fain their Steeds outfly.
By turns they are behind, by turns before,
Their Flanks and Sides all bath'd in Sweat and Gore.
Such Speed the Steeds, such Zeal the Riders shew,
To reach bright Fame that swift before them flew.
Upon the last, with spurning Heels, the first
Cart Storms of Sand, and smoth'ring Clouds of Duft:
The hindmost strain their Nerves, and snort and blow,
And their wbite Foam upon the foremost throw :
Eager of Fame, and of the promis'd Prize,
The Riders seize che Mark with greedy Eyes.
Now Hope dilates, now Fear contracts the Breaft,
Alternately with Joy and Grief poffess'd :
Thus far with equal Fate the Riders pass,
Uncertain who should conquer in the Race ;
But now the Goal appearing does excite
New Warmth, and calls out all their youthful Might;

They lam their Coursers Flanks with Crimson dy'd,
And stick their goaring Spurs into their Side.
Their rative Courage, and the Rider's Stroke,
T'exert their Force, the gen'rous Kind provoke.

Blac,
HOUNDS and H UNTIN G. See Phyfick.
Ten Brace, and more, of Greyhounds snowy fair,
And call as Stags, ran loose, and cours'd around his Chair;
A March for Pards in flight, in grappling for the Bear.

(Dryd. Pal. Atc. With Cries of Hounds thou may'st pursue the Fear Of flying Hares, or chase the fallow Deer ; Rowze from their defart Dens the briftled Rage Of Boars, and beamy Stags in Toils engage. Dryd. Virg.

So the stanch Hound the trembling Deer pursues, And smells his Footsteps in the tainted Dews, The tedious Track unrav'ling by Degrees ; But when the Scent comes warm in ev'ry Breeze, Fir'd

Fir'd at the near Approach, he shoots away
On his full Stretch, and bears upon his Prey.

Add.
A noble Pack, or to maintain the Chace,
Or snuff the Vapour from the scented Grass. Add. Ovid.

I was with Hercules and Cadmius once, When in a Wood of Crete they bay'd the Boar With Hounds of Sparta. Never did I hear Such gallant Chiding; for besides the Groves, The Skies, the Fountains, ev'ry Region near Seem'd all one mutual Cry. I never heard So musical a Discord, such sweer Thunder! My Hounds are bred out of the Spartan Kind; So flu'd, so sanded, and their Heads are hung With Ears that sweep away the Morning Dew ; Crook-kneed, and dewlap'd like Thesalian Bulls; Slow in Pursuit, but match'd in Months like Bells, Each under each: A Cry more cuneable (Night's Dream. Was never hallow'd to, nor chear'd with Horn. Shak. Midsums.

On Mountains will I chase, Mix'd with the Wood-lanu Nymphs, the savage Race : Nor Cold shall hinder me with Horns and Hounds, To thrid the Thickets, or to leap the Mounds. And now methinks o'er steepy Rocks I go, (Dryd. Virg. And rush thro' founding Woods, and bend the Parthian Bow.

My Hounds shall make the Welkin answer them, And fetch shrill Echo from the hollow Earth. Shak. Taming of

From Hills and Dales the chearful Cries rebound ; (the Shrew. For Echo hunts along, and propagates the Sound. Dryd. Virg.

When thro' the Woods we chac'd the foaming Boar,
With Hounds that open'd like Thesalian Bulls,
Like Tygers flu'd, and fanded as the Shore,
With Ears and Chests that dash'd the Morning Dew;
Driv'n with the Sport, as Ships are tost in Storms,
We ran like Winds, and matchless was our Course ;
Now sweeping o'er the Summit of a Hill,
Now with a full Career came thund'ring down
The Precipice, and sweat along the Vale.

Lee Theod.
Now had they reach'd the Hills, and storm'd the Seat
Of falvage Beasts, in Dens, their last Retreat :
The Cry pursues the Mountain Goats; they bound
From Rock to Rock, and keep the craggy Ground :
Quite otherwise the Stags, a trembling Train,
In Herds unsingl'd scour the dusty Plain,
And a long Chace in open view maintain.
The glad Ascanius, as his Courser guides,
Spurs thro' the Vale, and these, and those outrides. Dryd. Virg.

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With well-breath'd Beagles you surround the Wood, And often have you brought the wily Fox To suffer for the Firstlings of the Flocks ; €has d'even amidst the Folds, and made to bleed, Like Felons, where they did the murd'rous Deed. Dryd.

Th’impatient Greyhound sip'd from far,
Bounds o'er the Glebe to course the fearful Hare ;
She in her Speed does all her Safety lay,
And he with double Speed pursues the Prey;
O'er.runs her at her ficcing Turn, and licks
His Chaps in vain, and blows upon the Flix.
She 'scapes, and for the neighb'ring Covere strives,
And, gaining Shelter, doubts if yet she lives. Dryn. Ovid.

Chace of a ST A G.
The youthful Train
With Horns and Hounds a hunting Match ordain;
And pitch their Toils around the Thady Plain.

The Pack is fir'd, they snuff, they vent,
And feed their hungry Noftrils with the Scent :
'Twas of a well-grown Stag, whofe Antlers rise
High o'er his Front, his Beams invade the Skies.

Dryd. Virg
The unexpected Sound
Of Dogs and Men his wakeful Ears does wound :
Rowz'd with the Noise, he scarce believes his Ear,
Willing to think th'Illusion of his Fear
Had giv'n this false Alarm : But strait his View
Confirms that more than all his Fears is true.
Betray'd in all his Strength, the Wood beset,
All Instruments, all Arts of Ruin met ;
He calls to mind his Strength, and then his Speed,
His winged Heels, and then his armed Head;
With those t'avoid, with this his Fate to meet ;
But Fear prevails, and bids him trust his Feet.
So fast he flies, that his reviewing Eye
Has lost the Chacers, and his Ears the Cry:
Exulting, till he finds their nobler Senfe
their disproportion'd Speed does recompence;
Then curses his confpiring Feet, whose Scent
Betrays that Safety which their Swiftness lent:
Next tries his Friends ; among the baser Herd,
Where he fo lateiy was obey'd and fear’d,
His Safety seeks: The Herd unkindly wise,
Orchases him from thence, or from him flies;
Like a declining Statesman lefc forlorn,
To his Friends Pity, and Pursuers Scorn,
With Shame remembers when himself was one

Of

Of the fame Herd, himself the same had done.
Then to the Coverts and the conscious Groves,
The Scenes of his paft Triumphs and his Loves;
Sadly surveying where he rang'd alone,
Prince of the Soil, and all the Herd his own;
And, like a bold Knight-Errant, did proclaim
Combat to all, and bore away the Dame;
And taught the Woods to echo to the Stream,
His dreadful Challenge and his clashing Beam;
Yet faintly now declines the fatal Strife,
So much his Love was dearer than his Life!

Now ev'ry Leaf, and ev'ry moving Breath, i Presents a Foe, and ev'ry Foe a Death.

Weary'd, forsaken, and pursu'd at last,
All Safety in Despair of Safety plac'd,
Courage he thence resumes, relolv'd to bear
All their Assaults, since'tis in vain to fear.
And now too late he wishes, for the Fight,
That Strength he wasted in ignoble Flight:
But when he fees the eager Chase renew'd,
Himself by Dogs, the Dogs by Men pursu'd,
He strait revokes his bold Resolve, and more
Repents his Courage than his Fear before ;
Finds that uncertain Ways unsafest are,
And Doubt a greater Mischief than Despair :
Then to the Stream, when neither Friends, nor Force,
Nor Speed, nor Art avail, he shapes his Course ;
Thinks not their Rage so desp'rate to essay,
An Element more merciless than they :
But fearless they pursue, nor can the Flood
Quench their dire Thirst; alas ! they thirst for Blood.
So tow’ards a Ship the oar-fion'd Galleys ply,
Which wanting Sea to ride, or Wind to fly,
Stands but to fall reveng’d on those that dare
Tempt the last Fury of extream Despair.
So fares the Stag among th’enraged Hounds,
Repels their Force, and Wounds returns for Wounds:

At length resigns his Blood,
And stains the chrystal with a purple Flood.

Hunting the BOAR.

Some spread around
The Toils ; some search the Footsteps on the Ground;
Some from the Chains the faithful Dogs unbound.
Of Action eager, and intent in Thought,
The Chiefs their honourable Danger sought.

The Boar was rouz'd, and sprung amain,
Like Lightning suddain, on the Warriour Train:

Dena.

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