Detested sport,
That owes its pleasures to another’s pain,
That feeds upon the sobs and dying shrieks
Of harmless nature, dumb, but yet endued
With eloquence, that agonies inspire,
Of silent tears and heart-distending sighs!

William Cowper (1731-1800) English poet
The Task, 3.326 (1785)

On hunting.

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