To some dark covert his retreat had made,
Where nor man’s eye, nor heaven’s should invade 250
His soft repose; when th’unexpected sound
Of dogs, and men, his wakeful ears does wound. 
Roused with the noise, he scarce believes his ear,
Willing to think th’illusions of his fear
Had given this false alarm, but straight his view
Confirms that more than all he fears is true. 
Betray’d in all his strengths, the wood beset;
All instruments, all arts of ruin met;
He calls to mind his strength and then his speed,
His winged heels, and then his armed head; 260
With these t’avoid, with that his fate to meet: 
But fear prevails, and bids him trust his feet. 
So fast he flies, that his reviewing eye
Has lost the chasers, and his ear the cry;
Exulting, till he finds their nobler sense
Their disproportion’d speed doth recompense;
Then curses his conspiring feet, whose scent
Betrays that safety which their swiftness lent;
Then tries his friends; among the baser herd,
Where he so lately was obey’d and fear’d, 270
His safety seeks; the herd, unkindly wise,
Or chases him from thence, or from him flies;
Like a declining statesman, left forlorn
To his friends’ pity, and pursuers’ scorn,
With shame remembers, while himself was one
Of the same herd, himself the same had done. 
Thence to the coverts and the conscious groves,
The scenes of his past triumphs and his loves;
Sadly surveying where he ranged alone
Prince of the soil, and all the herd his own, 280
And like a bold knight-errant did proclaim. 
Combat to all, and bore away the dame,
And taught the woods to echo to the stream
His dreadful challenge, and his clashing beam;
Yet faintly now declines the fatal strife;
So much his love was dearer than his life. 
Now every leaf, and every moving breath
Presents a foe, and every foe a death. 
Wearied, forsaken, and pursued, at last
All safety in despair of safety placed, 290
Courage he thence resumes, resolved to bear
All their assaults, since ’tis in vain to fear. 
And now, too late, he wishes for the fight
That strength he wasted in ignoble flight: 
But when he sees the eager chase renew’d,
Himself by dogs, the dogs by men pursued,
He straight revokes his bold resolve, and more
Repents his courage than his fear before;
Finds that uncertain ways unsafest are,
And doubt a greater mischief than despair. 300
Then to the stream, when neither friends, nor force,
Nor speed, nor art, avail, he shapes his course;
Thinks not their rage so desperate to assay
An element more merciless than they. 
But fearless they pursue, nor can the flood
Quench their dire thirst; alas! they thirst for blood. 
So t’wards a ship the oar-finn’d galleys