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..."My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,
...So flew'd, so sanded, and their heads are hung
...With ears that sweep away the morning dew;
...Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls;
...Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells,
...Each under each. A cry more tuneable
...Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn,
...In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly:
...Judge when you hear. But, soft!"

...................................................W. Shakespeare