EPIGRAM ON A HARD-RIDING YOUTH 



II 

 With a good seven pounds 

 These hungry hounds, 



Away ! and away ! they go, 

 While joining the chace 

 FoUow'd Jenkins' best pace, 



Shouting " Tallow ! Tallow-ho ! " 



Paraphrase by a Master of Homids 



Si j'avance suivez moi ; si je recule 

 Tuez moi ; si je tombe vengez moi. 



Henri de la Rochejaquelein. 



FOLLOW, when I take the lead ; 

 Pass me, when I fail in speed ; 

 But I pray you, one and all, 

 Jump not on me when I fall ! 



Epigram on a Hard-riding Youth 

 named Taylor 



TAYLOR by name, but in no other sense. 

 No tailor is he when he faces a fence ; 

 To one Taylor alone can I fitly compare him, he 

 Reminds me, out hunting, of good Bishop Jeremy ; 

 For when fences are stiff, and the field does not 



fancy 'em, 

 Due tor he then may be call'd Dubitantium ; 

 And, when pitch'd from the saddle, he falls on his 



crown. 

 He reminds me again of the Bishop of Down. 



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