Hark The Hound Who Is Speaking - Listen To Them Sing!
My hounds are bred of the Spartan kind
So flew’d, so sanded; and their heads are hung
With ears that sweep away the morning dew;
Crook-knee’d and dew-lapt like Thessalian Bulls;
Slow in pursuit, but matcht in mouth like bells,
Each under each.
                &nbsp    &nWilliam Shakespeare