Hound is hungry, hare is fearful ... — Hare

"And, as an hare whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first she flew, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return—and die at home at last."

"The hare limp’d trembling through the frozen grass,"

"Betwixt two ridges of ploughed land sat Wat, Whose body, pressed to th’earth, lay close and squat. His nose upon his two fore-feet close lies, Glaring obliquely with his great grey eyes. His head he always sets against the wind; If turn his tail, his hairs blow up behind And make him to get cold, but he, being wise, Doth keep his coat still down, so warm he lies."

"I like the hunting of the hare; New sports I hold in scorn. I like to be as my fathers were, In the days ere I was born."

"March has its hares, and May must have its heroine."

"Each outcry of the hunted Hare A fibre from the Brain does tear"