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156 No stop, no stay, but Clouds of Sand arise; Spurn'd, and cast backward on the Follower's Eyes. The hindmost blows the foam upon the first: Such is the love of Praise, an Honourable Thirst.
 * Bold Ericthonius was the first, who join'd

Four Horses for the rapid Race design'd; And o'er the dusty Wheels presiding sate; The Lapythæ to Chariots, add the State Of Bits and Bridles; taught the Steed to bound; To run the Ring, and trace the mazy round. To stop, to fly, the Rules of War to know: T' obey the Rider; and to dare the Foe. To chuse a Youthful Steed, with Courage fir'd; To breed him, break him, back him, are requir'd Experienc'd Masters; and in sundry Ways: Their Labours equal, and alike their Praise. But once again the batter'd Horse beware, The weak old Stallion will deceive thy care. Though Famous in his Youth for force and speed, Or was of Argos or Epirian breed, Or did from Neptune's Race, or from himself proceed.
 * These things premis'd, when now the Nuptial time

Approaches for the stately Steed to climb; With Food inable him, to make his Court; Distend his Chine, and pamper him for sport. Feed him with Herbs, whatever thou canst find, Of generous warmth; and of salacious kind.