And now in this new field, with some applause,

He cleared hedge, ditch, and double post, and rail,

And never craned [711] and made but few "faux pas,"
And only fretted when the scent 'gan fail.

He broke, 't is true, some statutes of the laws

Of hunting—for the sagest youth is frail;

Rode o'er the hounds, it may be, now and then,

And once o'er several Country Gentlemen.