Records of the Old Charlton Hunt 



Your Slave [Jack Ware], who guides the Pack, I dont 



approve ; 

 I have one [Tom Johnson] in my thoughts, as yet 



Engaged, 

 with this I prophecy, some dire mischance, 

 be not dejected, but on me rely. 



nor Guides, nor hounds, nor ought, shall wanting be, 

 whole packs I'll send, and that shall be my care ; 

 when Lenox thus, with Heart orejoyd replys, 

 Goddefs of woods, Tremenduous in the Chace, 

 of Mountain Foxes, and the Savage Race, 

 my Constant study it shall dayly be, 

 to mind your orders, and Commands obey, 

 with awful reverence will your rights maintain, 

 with hunting Songs still celebrate your praise. 



Near Compton, where Ropero us'd to Hunt, 

 is seen a Castle fam'd for prospect fine, 

 ore sea, and Land, the view does far Extend, 

 Upparke tis calld, thus nam'd from Scite so high : 

 here T[ankervi]lle, the Freind of Monmouth dwelt, 

 and now a Noble Earl, of Stature low, 

 and haughty mein, good humourd tho: when pleasd ; 

 this Castle own'd, and the same Title bore, 

 his Youth with Northern Sportsmen he had spent, 

 his Father dead, to Sussex strait he comes, 

 with large Estate, and vigrous youth endued, 

 and hounds he'd have, without the Goddefs leave ; 

 this could not please, because twou'd Interfere, 

 Diana soon foresaw, it would not last, 

 She Knew the Youth, so flatterd him a while ; 



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