Book III.
THE CHACE.
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Makes many a faint Effort: He snorts, he foams,
The big round Drops run trickling down his Sides,
With Sweat and Blood distain'd. Look back and view 115
The strange Confusion of the Vale below,
Where sow'r Vexation reigns; see yon poor Jade,
In vain th' impatient Rider frets and swears,
With galling Spurs harrows his mangled Sides;
He can no more: His stiff unpliant Limbs 120
Rooted in Earth, unmov'd, and fix'd he stands,
For ev'ry cruel Curse returns a Groan,
And sobs, and faints, and dies. Who without Grief
Can view that pamper'd Steed, his Master's Joy,
His Minion, and his daily Care, well cloath'd, 125
Well-fed with ev'ry nicer Cate; no Cost,
No Labour spar'd; who, when the flying Chace
Broke from the Copse, without a Rival led
The big round Drops run trickling down his Sides,
With Sweat and Blood distain'd. Look back and view 115
The strange Confusion of the Vale below,
Where sow'r Vexation reigns; see yon poor Jade,
In vain th' impatient Rider frets and swears,
With galling Spurs harrows his mangled Sides;
He can no more: His stiff unpliant Limbs 120
Rooted in Earth, unmov'd, and fix'd he stands,
For ev'ry cruel Curse returns a Groan,
And sobs, and faints, and dies. Who without Grief
Can view that pamper'd Steed, his Master's Joy,
His Minion, and his daily Care, well cloath'd, 125
Well-fed with ev'ry nicer Cate; no Cost,
No Labour spar'd; who, when the flying Chace
Broke from the Copse, without a Rival led
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