" The wily fox, 



Safe in the increasing number of his foes, 

 Kens well the great advantage; shrinks behind, 

 And slily creeps through the same beaten track, 

 And hunts them step by step; then views, escaped, 

 With inward ecstasy, the panting throng 

 In their own footsteps puzzled, foiled, and lost." 



SOMERVILLE 



