And when thou hast on foot the purblind hare, Mark the poor wretch, to overshoot his troubles How he outruns the winds, and with what care He cranks and crosses with a thousand doubles:   The many musits through the which he goes   Are like a labyrinth to amaze his foes.Sometime he runs among a flock of sheep, To make the cunning hounds mistake their smell, And sometime where earth-delving conies keep, To stop the loud pursuers in their yell,   And sometime sorteth with a herd of deer;   Danger deviseth shifts; wit waits on fearFor there his smell with others being mingled, The hot scent-snuffing hounds are driven to doubt, Ceasing their clamorous cry till they have singled With much ado the cold fault cleanly out;   Then do they spend their mouths: Echo replies,   As if another chase were in the skies.By this, poor Wat, far off upon a hill, Stands on his hinder legs with listening ear, To hearken if his foes pursue him still: Anon their loud alarums he doth hear;   And now his grief may be compared well   To one sore sick that hears the passing-bell.Then shalt thou see the dew-bedabbled wretch Turn, and return, indenting with the way; Each envious briar his weary legs doth scratch, Each shadow makes him stop, each murmur stay:   For misery is trodden on by many,   And being low never reliev’d by any.

What It Means

This is a placeholder explanation generated by the low-overhead model. It interprets "And when thou hast on foot the purblind hare, Mark the poor wretch, to overshoot his troubles How he outruns the winds, and with what care He cranks and crosses with a thousand doubles:   The many musits through the which he goes   Are like a labyrinth to amaze his foes.Sometime he runs among a flock of sheep, To make the cunning hounds mistake their smell, And sometime where earth-delving conies keep, To stop the loud pursuers in their yell,   And sometime sorteth with a herd of deer;   Danger deviseth shifts; wit waits on fearFor there his smell with others being mingled, The hot scent-snuffing hounds are driven to doubt, Ceasing their clamorous cry till they have singled With much ado the cold fault cleanly out;   Then do they spend their mouths: Echo replies,   As if another chase were in the skies.By this, poor Wat, far off upon a hill, Stands on his hinder legs with listening ear, To hearken if his foes pursue him still: Anon their loud alarums he doth hear;   And now his grief may be compared well   To one sore sick that hears the passing-bell.Then shalt thou see the dew-bedabbled wretch Turn, and return, indenting with the way; Each envious briar his weary legs doth scratch, Each shadow makes him stop, each murmur stay:   For misery is trodden on by many,   And being low never reliev’d by any." in the context of "William Shakespeare, Venus and Adonis (1593)" to mean that wisdom is timeless.