No, that must be the most refin’d
Which most exalts and charms the mind;
And nothing sure more charming is,
Than honour, pomp, and dignities,
Than grandeur and magnificence,
Than sumptuous trains and vast expense,
Than place, distinction, and preferment,
And when we die, a grand interment.”
At this the Horse, with noble look,
Raising his crested neck, thus spoke: