Author John Harington The hound that men the Tumbler name,When he a hare or coney doth espy,Doth seem another way his course to frame,As though he meant not to approach more nigh,But yet he meeteth at the last his game,And shaketh it until he make it die. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments