A POEM. 47 



If you would shoot the same, to have license 



As if for game, or take the consequence.* 



Tho' hares throughout the year we all may kill, 



Yet those who after February will 



Avail themselves of right, we must confess, 



If they're not poachers, cannot be much less ; 



But if you wait till leverets large do run, 



Then, as a Sportsman, you may use your gun. 



None of the right sort will incur disgrace, 



I'm sure, by sporting 'fore bright Phoebus' face 



The landscape gilds, or aft' an hour succeeds 



The period, when the same again recedes, 



Is pass'd; sure 'tis a limit long enough, 



Fag you but through it, you'll have quantum s 



If after forty days, (a longish time,) 



You game in your possession have, the fine 



Is just a pound a head, reckoning from 



The period each sort's season's past and gone ; 



* Sec. 5. t Sec. 14. 



