As the sunbeams on jet reflecting show;

His hair is black, in short curl'd waves doth flow;

His tall, straight body amid thousands stands,

Like some fair pine o'erlooking all the lands.

Cowley—Davideis.

58. He witches the world with noble horsemanship,

And vaults into his saddle with such ease,

As if an angel dropt down from the clouds

To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus.

Henry IV.