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The Horse William Shakespeare









The Horse
William Shakespeare

I will not change my horse with any that treads...
When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk,
He trots the air; the earth sings when he touches
it.
"The barest horn of his hoof is more musical than
the pipe of Hermes...
He's of the color of the nutmeg and of the heat of 
the ginger...
He is pure air and fire, and the dull elements
Of earth and water never appear in him,
But only in patient stillness his rider mounts him...
It is the prince of palfreys. His neigh is like 
The bidding of a monarch, and his countenance 
Enforces homage.