A Meditation on hunting the Hare.

OBserve how nature tutors senslesse Beasts,
How quickly will they poste into their nests
For feare of harme; O how the trembling Hare
Will shunne the dogge, and ev'ry bird the snare,
See how the crafty Fox doth take his rounds,
And clamber mountaines to avoid the hounds,
If Nature shewes this; to such creatures too,
O what doth Reason and Religion doe?
How is it then, that Man so little feares
The plots of Sathan and those dev'lish snares?
How apt are we good God to trample in,
Nay t'urge occasions for to act our sinne?
Vnlesse we by thy spirit are possest,
We are more stupid then the senslesse beast.