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160 Who fill'd the Pail with Beestings of the Cow: But all her Udder to the Calf allow. If to the Warlike Steed thy Studies bend, Or for the Prize in Chariots to contend; Near Pisa's Flood the rapid Wheels to guide, Or in Olympian Groves aloft to ride, The generous Labours of the Courser, first Must be with sight of Arms and sounds of Trumpets nurst: Inur'd the groaning Axle-tree to bear; And let him clashing Whips in Stables hear. Sooth him with Praise, and make him understand The loud Applauses of his Master's Hand: This from his Weaning, let him well be taught; And then betimes in a soft Snaffle wrought: Before his tender Joints with Nerves are knit; Untry'd in Arms, and trembling at the Bit. But when to four full Springs his years advance, Teach him to run the round, with Pride to prance; And (rightly manag'd) equal time to beat; To turn, to bound in measure; and Curvet. Let him, to this, with easie pains be brought: And seem to labour, when he labours not. Thus, form'd for speed, he challenges the Wind; And leaves the Scythian Arrow far behind: He scours along the Field, with loosen'd Reins; And treads so light, he scarcely prints the Plains. Like Boreas in his Race, when rushing forth, He sweeps the Skies, and clears the cloudy North: