The hooke of Hunting 1 3P 



Lo now he blowes his home, euen at the kennell dore, 

 Alas, alas, he blowes a feeke, alas yet blowes he more : 



He ieopardes and rechates, ahlas he blowes the Fall, 

 And foundes that deadly dolefull Mote, whiche I mufte die withall. 



What fliould the cruell meane ? perhappes he hopes to finde. 

 As many medicines me within to fatiffie his minde. 



(May be) he feekes to haue my Sewet for liimfelfe, 

 Whiche fooner heales a merrygald, then Pothecaries pelfe. 



(May be) his ioyntes be numme, as Synewes flironke with colde. 

 And that he knowes my Sewet wyll, the fame full foone vnfolde. 



(May be) his wife dotfi feare to come before hyr time. 

 And in my mawe he hopes to finde, (amongft the flutte and (lime) 

 C A Stone to help his wife, that flie may bryng to light, 

 t A bloudie babe lyke bloudie Syre, to put poore Hartes to flight : 



Perchance with ficknefTe he hath troubled bene of late. 

 And with my marow thinketh to reftore his former ftate. 



(May be) his hart doth quake, and therefore feekes the bone, 

 Wniche Huntefmen finde within my heart, when I (poore Hart) am gone. 



(It may be) that he meanes my fleflie for to prefent, 

 Vnto his Prince for delicates, fuch may be his entent. 



Yea more than this (may be), he thinkes fuch nouriture. 

 Will ftill prolong mens dayes on earth, fmce mine fo long endure. 



But oh mifchieuous man, although I thee outline. 

 By due degrees of age vnfeene, whiche Nature doth me giue : 



Muft thou therefore procure my death ? for to prolong 

 Thy lingryng life in luftie wife ? alas thou doeft me wrong. 



Muft I with mine owne fleflie, his hatefull- flefhe fo feede, 

 Whiche me difdaynes one bitte of grafTe, or corne in tyme of neede? 



Alas (Man) do not fo, fome other beaftes go kill, 

 Whiche worke thy harme by fundrie meanes : and fo content thy will. 



Which yeelde thee no fuch gaynes, (in lyfe) as I renew. 

 When from my head my ftately homes, (to thy behoofe) I mew. 



But fmce thou arte vnkindc, vngracious and vniuft, 

 Lo here I craue of mightie Gods, whiche are bothe good and iuft : 



That Mars may reygne with Man^ that ftryfe and cruell warre. 

 May fet mans murdryng minde on worke, with many a bloudy larre. 



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