In his dependence; he will scarce reproach me
With some short wondering sorrow, if I strike him—
I love my horse; he bears me willingly,
Answering spiritedly; with all his strength
Generous and gentle. But woman, if man love her,—
Seeing she is less devoted than the hound,
Less noble than the horse,—’tis that we deem,
That being human she can gauge the worth
Of our intensity, and in kind somewhat
Repay it: ’tis a delusion; spite of shew,