Page:The Chace - Somervile (1735).djvu/135

This page has been proofread, but needs to be validated.
Book IV.
THE CHACE.
115
Sits growling o'er his Prey: Each Hour presents 270A diff'rent Scene of Ruin and Distress.How busy art thou Fate! and how severeThy pointed Wrath! the Dying and the DeadPromiscuous lye; o'er these the Living fightIn one eternal Broil; not conscious why, 275Nor yet with whom. So Drunkards in their Cups,Spare not their Friends, while senseless Squabble reigns.
Huntsman! it much behooves thee to avoidThe perilous Debate. Ah! rouze up allThy Vigilance, and tread the treach'rous Ground 280With careful Step. Thy Fires unquench'd preserve,As erst the Vestal Flame; the pointed SteelIn the hot Embers hide; and if surpriz'dThou feel'st the deadly Bite, quick urge it homeInto the recent Sore, and cauterize 285

The

This article is issued from Wikisource. The text is available under Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 unless otherwise noted. Additional terms may apply for the media files.