Thou sidelong rear’st, with rump in air,
Erected stiff, and gait awry,
Like madam in her tantrums high:
Tho’ ne’er a madam of them all
Whose silken kirtle sweeps the hall,
More varied trick and whim displays,
To catch the admiring stranger’s gaze.
Doth power in varied measures dwell,
All thy vagaries wild to tell?
Ah no! the start, the jet, the bound,