“Four and twenty tailors went to kill a snail, The best man among them durst not touch her tail. She put out her horns like a little Kyloe cow, Run, tailors, run, or she’ll kill you all e’en now. Anonymous: Nursery Rhymes
“Quarry mine, blessed am I In the luck of the chase. Comes the deer to my singing. Anonymous: North American Indian
“A sound of cornered-animal fear and hate and surrender and defiance… like the last sound the treed and shot and falling animal makes as the dogs get him, when he finally doesn’t care any more about anything but himself and his dying.Ken Kesey
“The stag at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monan’s rill, And deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartney’s hazel shade. Walter Scott