I mean not to run with the Hare and holde with the Hounde.
I mean not to run with the Hare and holde with the Hounde.
Happy the hare at morning, for she cannot read; The Hunter's waking thoughts.
But the man he said, 'You boast that all the English laws are fair. Long have I heard such tales, they seem like dust upon the air, for the English sent my father here for the shooting of a hare'.
The weather was fine and moderate. The hunters all returned, having killed during their absence three elk, four deer, two porcupines, a fox and a hare.
I was never any good in the school theatrical productions. I always got a role like the March Hare.
One had a lovely face, And two or three had charm, But charm and face were in vain. Because the mountain grass Cannot keep the form Where the mountain hare has lain.
Her love is not the hare that I do hunt;
Why writes she so to me?
In real life, it is the hare who wins. Every time. Look around you. And in any case it is my contention that Aesop was writing for the tortoise market. Hares have no time to read. They are too busy winning the game.
Rapidity does not always mean progress, and hurry is akin to waste. The old fable of the hare and the tortoise is just as good now, and just as true, as when it was first written.
One man is proud when he has caught a poor hare, and another when he has taken a little fish in a net, and another when he has taken wild boars, and another when he has taken bears ... Are these not robbers.
In real life, of course, it is the hare that wins. Every time. Look around you.
The brain may devise
laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree;
such a hare is madness the youth, to skip o'er the meshes of good
counsel the cripple.
The first requirement of politics is not intellect or stamina but patience. Politics is a very long run game and the tortoise will usually beat the hare.
Mad as a march hare.
I say, thou mad March hare.
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