leveret

nuori jänis A young hare.
1623, (w), (w), Act V, Scene 5,http://www.gutenberg.org/files/2232/2232-h/2232-h.htm

(..) Shall I die like a leveret,

Without any resistance?—Help, help, help!

I am slain!

Fair Hand that can on Virgin-paper write,

Yet from the stain of Ink preserve it white,

Whose travel o’er that Silver Field does show,

Like track of Leveretts in morning Snow;

As when two skilful hounds the leveret wind;

Or chase through woods obscure the trembling hind;

Now lost, now seen, they intercept his way,

And from the herd still turn the flying prey:

So fast, and with such fears, the Trojan flew;

So close, so constant, the bold Greeks pursue.

They heard Marvel squeal like a caught leveret, and forthwith they were clambering over the bar to his rescue.