2 SHOOTING: 



In nothing like it shall we ever see 



Diffus'd throughout so much variety. 



Most of those sports that cannot be pursued 



Beneath heaven's wide spread canopy, delude 



Too oft their devotees ; to want of rest 



And aching head the bacchanalian's guest 



Must frequently submit ; whilst those well pleas'd 



At in-door play to be of substance eas'd 



In divers ways, are on from hour to hour 



And day by day beguil'd, until the power 



Rests not with them the failing to controul, 



Too deeply rooted in th' excited soul : 



The haggard look, and sunk, lack lustre eye, 



Proclaim some demon's working stealthily ; 



Each passion left uncurb'd is apt to lead 



To some one worse ; nay, for his brother plead. 



How different with the sportsman ever gay, 



O'er hill, thro' vale, who seeks his lawful prey, 



Fatigues his frame no more than to his good, 



Makes but one nap, and ne'er declines his food ; 



