THE HORSE 



Indeed, my lord, it is a most absolute and excellent horse. 



Shakespeare's *' Henry A'." 



The Glory of the Horse ^^> .«^> 



HAST thou given the horse strength ? 

 Hast thou clothed his neck with thunder ? 

 Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper I 

 The glory of his nostrils is terrible ; 

 He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength, 

 He goeth on to meet the armed men ; 

 He mocketh at fear and is not affrighted, 

 Neither turneth he back from the sword ; 

 The quiver rattleth against him, 

 The glittering spear and the shield ; 

 He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage. 

 Neither believeth he that it is the sound of the 



trumpet ; 

 He saith among the trumpets. Ha, ha ! 

 And he smelleth the battle afar off. 

 The thunder of the captains and the shouting. 



Job, 



Pure Air and Fire ^o o ^i^^ 



Dauphin. I will not change my horse with any 



that treads but on four pasterns. Ca ha ! He 



bounds from the earth as if his entrails were hairs ; 



le cheval volant, the Pegasus, chez les narines de 



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