HUNTING SONGS 



With other nymphs avoid all flirting. 

 Those hounds are hang'd that take to skirting ; 

 Of Cupid's angry lash beware, 

 Provoke him not to cry " Ware hare " ; 

 That winged whipper-in will rate 

 Your riot if you run not straight. 



Though Reynard, with unwearied flight. 

 Should run from dawn till dusky night. 

 However swift, however stout, 

 Still perseverance tires him out ; 

 And never yet have I heard tell 

 Of maiden so inflexible. 

 Of one cast in so hard a mould, 

 So coy, so stubborn, or so cold. 

 But courage, constancy, and skill 

 Could find a way to win her still ; 

 Though at the find her timid cry 

 Be " No ! no ! no ! indeed not 1," 

 The finish ever ends in this, 

 Proud beauty caught, at last says " Yes." 



Hunters may range the country round. 

 And balk'd of sport no fox be found ; 

 A blank the favourite gorse may prove. 

 But maiden's heart, when drawn for love 

 (Their gracious stars let Lovers thank), 

 Was ne'er, when drawn aright, drawn blank. 



If any could, that Goddess fair, 

 Diana, might have scap'd the snare ; 



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