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Thracian colt, why at me

Looking aslant with thy eyes,

Dost thou cruelly flee,

And think that I know nothing wise?

Know I could well

Put the bridle on thee,

And holding the reins, turn

Round the bounds of the course.

But now thou browsest the meads,

And gambolling lightly dost play,

For thou hast no skilful horseman

Mounted upon thy back.