280 THOUGHTS ON HUNTING 



The hounds now well pleased wallow on the ground 

 The huntsman as well pleased to see his company around 

 He buckles Reynard's head to his saddle with a strap 

 And with his ribbon tyes the brush to his cap 

 Of all pleasures 



Our sport being ended and our horses full jaded 



We return home well pleased with our sport quite amazed 



Saying was there ever such hounds as these 



Or ever such hunting on ... . weares 



Of all pleasures or pastimes ever heard or seen 



There 's none in the world like to merry hunting 



