Springe

Ay, springes to catch woodcocks

Look how a mavis, or a pigeòn, / In any grove caught with a springe or net […]

With hairy Sprindges we the Birds betray

’twas my joy / With store of springes o’er my shoulder hung / To range the open heights where woodcocks run / Along the smooth green turf.

By an active poacher who had hit a hare / From the other barrel, tired of springeing game