Of a Hare complaining of the hatred of Dogs

THe scenting Hounds pursude
the hastie Hare of foote:
The sillie Beast to scape the Dogs
did iumpe vpon a roote.
The rotten scrag it burst,
from Cliffe to Seas he fell:
Then cride the Hare: vnhappie mée,
for now perceiue I well
Both lande and Sea pursue
and hate the hurtlesse Hare:
And cake the dogged Skies aloft,
if so the Dog be thare.