112667What should I do, seeing thee so indeed?

668That tremble at th'imagination,

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

670And feare doth teach it diuination;

671 I prophecie thy death, my liuing sorrow,

672 If thou incounter with the boare to morrow.

113673But if thou needs wilt hunt, be rul'd by me,

674Vncouple at the timerous flying hare,

675Or at the foxe which liues by subtiltie,

676Or at the Roe which no incounter dare:

677 Pursue these fearfull creatures o're the downes,

678 And on thy wel breathd horse keep with thy hoūds

114679And when thou hast on foote the purblind hare,

680Marke the poore wretch to ouer-shut his troubles,

681How he outruns the wind, and with what care,

682He crankes and crosses with a thousand doubles,

683 The many musits through the which he goes,

684 Are like a laberinth to amaze his foes.

115685Sometime he runnes among a flocke of sheepe,

686To make the cunning hounds mistake their smell,

687And sometime where earth-deluing Conies keepe,

688To stop the loud pursuers in their yell:

689 And sometime sorteth with a heard of deare,

690 Danger deuiseth shifts, wit waites on feare.