As I began to wish myself a horse;
And surely, had I but your stable seen
Before, I think my wish absolv’d had been,
For never saw I yet the Muses dwell,
Nor any of their household, half so well.
So well, as when I saw the floor and room,
I looked for Hercules to be the groom;
And cried, Away with the Cæsarian bread!
At these immortal mangers Virgil fed.
Underwoods, lxxii.