THE CHACE IN FULL CRY.
��E fportfmen draw near, and ye fportfwomen too
Who delight in the joy of the fieki ; Mankind, tho' they blame, are all eager as you,
And no one the conteft will yield. His lordfhip, his worfliip, his honour, his grace,
A hunting continually go ; All ranks and degrees are engaged in the chace, Hark forward, huzza, tally ho.
The lawyer will rife at the firft of the morn,
To hunt for a mortgage or deed ; The hufband gets up at the found of the horn,
And rides to the Commons full fpeed ; The patriot is thrown in purfuit of his game,
The poet, too, often lays low, Who, mounted on Pegafus, flies after fame,
With hark forward, huzza, tally ho.
While fearlefs o'er hills and o'er woodlands we f\veep }
Tho' prudes on our paftime may frown, How oft do they decency's bounds overleap,
And the fences of virtue break down. Thus, public or private, for penfion, for place,
For amufement, for paffion, for mew, All ranks and degrees are engaged in the chace,
With hark forward, huzza, tally ho.
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