And such a coachman as great Tamburlaine?

But from Asphaltis, where I conquered you,

To Byron here, where thus I honour you?

The horse that guide the golden eye of heaven,

And blow the morning from their nostrils,

Making their fiery gate above the clouds,

Are not so honour'd in their governor,

As you ye slaves in mighty Tamburlaine.

The head strong jades of Thrace Alcides tamed,

That King Egeas fed with human flesh,