Have lapped their smoking viands, morn or eve,
  From the full cistern lead the ductile streams,
  To wash thy court well-paved, nor spare thy pains,
  For much to health will cleanliness avail. 
  Seek’st thou for hounds to climb the rocky steep,
  And brush the entangled covert, whose nice scent
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  O’er greasy fallows, and frequented roads
  Can pick the dubious way?  Banish far off
  Each noisome stench, let no offensive smell
  Invade thy wide inclosure, but admit
  The nitrous air, and purifying breeze. 
     Water and shade no less demand thy care: 
  In a large square the adjacent field inclose,
  There plant in equal ranks the spreading elm,
  Or fragrant lime; most happy thy design,
  If at the bottom of thy spacious court,
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  A large canal fed by the crystal brook,
  From its transparent bosom shall reflect
  Downward thy structure and inverted grove. 
  Here when the sun’s too potent gleams annoy
  The crowded kennel, and the drooping pack,
  Restless and faint, loll their unmoistened tongues,
  And drop their feeble tails; to cooler shades
  Lead forth the panting tribe; soon shalt thou find
  The cordial breeze their fainting hearts revive: 
  Tumultuous soon they plunge into the stream,
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  There lave their reeking sides, with greedy joy
  Gulp down the flying wave; this way and that
  From shore to shore they swim, while clamour loud
  And wild uproar torments the troubled flood: 
  Then on the sunny bank they roll and stretch
  Their dripping limbs, or else in wanton rings
  Coursing around, pursuing and pursued,
  The merry multitude disporting play. 
     But here with watchful and observant eye
  Attend their frolics, which too often end
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  In bloody broils and death.  High o’er thy head
  Wave thy resounding whip, and with a voice
  Fierce-menacing o’errule the stern debate,
  And quench their kindling rage; for oft in sport
  Begun, combat ensues, growling they snarl,
  Then on their haunches reared, rampant they seize
  Each other’s throats, with teeth and claws in gore
  Besmeared, they wound, they tear, till on the ground,
  Panting, half dead the conquered champion lies: 
  Then sudden all the base ignoble crowd
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  Loud-clamouring seize the helpless worried wretch,
  And thirsting for his blood, drag different ways
  His mangled carcase on the ensanguined plain. 
  O breasts of pity void! to oppress the weak,
  To point your vengeance at the friendless head,
  And with one mutual cry insult the fallen! 
  Emblem too just of man’s degenerate race. 
     Others apart by native instinct led,
  Knowing instructor! ’mong the ranker grass
  Cull each salubrious plant, with bitter juice
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  Concoctive stored, and potent to allay
  Each vicious ferment.  Thus the hand