As I was walking all alane, I heard twa corbies making a mane; The tane unto the tother say, 'Where sall we gang and dine to-day?' 'In behint yon auld fail dye, I wot there lies a new-slain knight; And naebody kens that he lies there, But his hawk, his hound, and his lady fair. 'His hound is to the hunting gane, His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame, His lady's ta'en another mate, So we may mak our dinner sweet.'

-Ballads
'The Twa Corbies', opening stanzas.

It is nought good a slepyng hound to wake.

-Chaucer, Geoffrey
c.1385  Troilus and Criseyde, bk.3, l.764.

They were the footprints of a gigantic hound!

-Doyle, SirArthur Conan
  The Hound of the Baskervilles, ch.2.

'A chain of gold ye sall not lack, Nor braid to bind your hair; Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk, Nor palfrey fresh and fair.'

-Scott, Sir Walter
  'Jock of Hazeldean', stanza 3.

The horse loves the hound, and I loves both.

-Surtees, Robert Smith
Quoted in ColinJarmanThe Guinness Dictionary of Sports Quotations (1990).