Ah well-a-day! the ancients did not use
Their steeds so cruelly!—let it debar men
From wanton rowelling and whip's abuse—
Look at the ancients' Muse!
Look at their Carmen!
V.
O, Martin I how thine eyes—
That one would think had put aside its lashes,—
That can't bear gashes
Thro' any horse's side, must ache to spy