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 basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipes of Hermes... He is pure air and fire and the dull elements Of Earth and water never appear in him, But only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him... It is the prince of palfreys, his neigh is like The bidding of a Monarch, and his countence Enforces homage. William Shakespeare from King Henry V. Act 3. Scene 7

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