Talk:Hunting dog

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 * Hunting I reckon very good To brace the nerves, and stir the blood: But after no field-honors itch, Achieved by leaping hedge and ditch, While Spleen lies soft relaxed in bed, Or o’er coal fires inclines the head, Hygeia’s sons with hound and horn, And jovial cry awake the morn.
 * Matthew Green, The Spleen (1737)