Such were his trophies—not of spear and shield,

But leaps, and bursts, and sometimes foxes' brushes;

Yet I must own,—although in this I yield

To patriot sympathy a Briton's blushes,—

He thought at heart like courtly Chesterfield,

Who, after a long chase o'er hills, dales, bushes,

And what not, though he rode beyond all price.

Asked next day, "If men ever hunted twice?"[MX] [712]