The stag through the forest, when rous'd…

The stag through the forest, when rous'd by the horn, Sore frighted, high bounding, flies wretched, forlorn, Quick panting, heart bursting, the hounds now in view, Speed doubles! speed doubles! they eager pursue.

But escaping the hunters again thro' the groves, Forgetting past evils, with freedom he roves; Not so in his soul who from tyrant love flies; The shaft overtakes him, despairing he dies.