...ood, to the pine-wood, where hounds that kill wild beasts tread, running close after the dappled deer! By the gods, how I want to shout to the hounds and to let fly past my golden hair a javelin of Thessaly , to hold in my hand the sharp-pointed weapon! Why, my child, these fevered thoughts? Why concern yourself with hunting? Why do you long for water from a flowing spring? For hard by the city wall ...