111661"And, more than so, presenteth to mine eye

662The picture of an angry chafing boar,

663Under whose sharp fangs on his back doth lie

664An image like thyself, all stained with gore,

665 Whose blood upon the fresh flowers being shed

666 Doth make them droop with grief and hang the head.

112667"What should I do, seeing thee so indeed,

668That tremble at th' imagination?

669The thought of it doth make my faint heart bleed,

670And fear doth teach it divination.

671 I prophesy thy death, my living sorrow,

672 If thou encounter with the boar tomorrow.

113673"But if thou needs wilt hunt, be ruled by me;

674Uncouple at the timorous flying hare,

675Or at the fox which lives by subtlety,

676Or at the roe which no encounter dare.

677 Pursue these fearful creatures o'er the downs,

678 And on thy well-breathed horse keep with thy hounds.

114679"And when thou hast on foot the purblind hare,

680Mark the poor wretch, to overshoot his troubles,

681How he outruns the wind and with what care

682He cranks and crosses with a thousand doubles.

683 The many musits through the which he goes

684 Are like a labyrinth to amaze his foes.

115685"Sometime he runs among a flock of sheep

686To make the cunning hounds mistake their smell,

687And sometime where earth-delving conies keep

688To stop the loud pursuers in their yell;

689 And sometime sorteth with a herd of deer.

690 Danger deviseth shifts; wit waits on fear.