The hooke of Hunting 1 3P 



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



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



He ieopardcs and rechates, ahlas he blowes the Fall, 



nd foundcs that deadly dolefull Mote, whiche I mufte die withall. 



What lliould the cruell meane ? perhappes he hopes to finde, 



s many medicines me within to fatiffie his minde. 



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

 i^hiche fooner heales a merrygald, then Pothecaries pelfe. 



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

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



(May be) his wife doth feare to come before hyr time, 



nd in my mawe he hopes to finde, (amongft the flutte and flime) 



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



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



Perchance with fickneflfe he hath troubled bene of late, 

 nd with my marow thinketh to reftore his former ftate. 



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

 i^hiche Huntefmen finde within my heart, when I (poore Hart) am gone. 



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

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



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

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



But oh mifchieuous man, although I thee outline, 

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



Muft thou therefore procure my death ? for to prolong 

 'hy lingryng life in lulfie wife ? alas thou doeft me wrong. 



Muft I with mine owne fleflie, his hatefuU fleflie fo ^^^Ao:^ 

 /"hiche me difdaynes one bitte of graflTe, or corne in tyme of neede ? 



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

 /hiche worke thy harme by fundrie meanes : and fo content thy wiU. 



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

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



But fince thou arte vnkinde, vngracious and vniuft, 

 ^o here I craue of mightie Gods, whiche are bothc good and iuft : 



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

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



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