"And hounds stir often in their quiet rest, Spending their mouths, as if upon a quest, Snuff, and breathe quick and short, as if they went In a full chase upon a burning scent: Nay, being wak'd, imagin'd stags pursue, As if they had them in their real view, Till, having shook themselves more broad awake, They do at last discover the mistake:"
Endroit: Chapter XII. Apology For Raimond Sebond. · ¶2339 Licence: Public domain · Source Le texte est donné tel que dans l'édition, sans retouche.