“Unto the blithe and lordly Fellowship,

(I know not where, but wheresoe’er, I know,

Lordly and blithe,) be greeting; and thereto,

Dogs, hawks, and a full purse wherein to dip;

Quails struck i’ the flight; nags mettled to the whip;

Hart-hounds, hare-hounds, and blood-hounds even so;

And o’er that realm, a crown for Niccolò,