cleaning up so well (jones_casey) wrote,
cleaning up so well
jones_casey

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be vewy vewy quiet....

and when thou hast on foot the purblind hare,
mark the poor wretch, to overshoot his troubles
how he outruns the wind and with what care
he cranks and crosses with a thousand doubles:
the many musets through the which he goes
are like a labyrinth to amaze his foes.

sometimes he runs among a flock of sheep,
to make the cunning hounds mistake their smell,
and sometimes where earth-delving conies keep,
to stop the loud pursuers in their yell,
and sometimes sorteth with a herd of deer:
danger deviseth shifts; wit waits on fear:

for there his smell with others being mingled,
the hot scent-snuffing hounds are driven to doubt,
ceasing their clamorous cry till they have singled
with much ado the cold fault cleanly out:
then do they spend their mouths: Echo replies,
as if another chase were in the skies.

by this, poor Wat, far off upon a hill,
stands on his hinder legs with listening ear,
to hearken if his foes pursue him still:
anon their loud alarums he doth hear;
and now his grief may be compared well
to one sore sick that hears the passing-bell.

then shalt thou see the dew-bedabbled wretch
turn, and return, indenting with the way;
each envious brier his weary legs doth scratch,
each shadow makes him stop, each murmur stay:
for misery is trodden on by many,
and being low never relieved by any.


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i asked bythos for a song for this & all i got were clever jokes at my expense.
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