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Geor. III. The waving Harvest bends beneath his blast; The Forest shakes, the Groves their Honours cast; He flies aloft, and with impetuous roar Pursues the foaming Surges to the Shoar. Thus o'er th' Elean Plains, thy well-breath'd Horse Impels the flying Carr, and wins the Course. Or, bred to Belgian Waggons, leads the Way; Untir'd at Night, and chearful all the Day.
 * When once he's broken, feed him full and high:

Indulge his Growth, and his gaunt sides supply. Before his Training, keep him poor and low; For his stout Stomach with his Food will grow; The pamper'd Colt will Discipline disdain, Impatient of the Lash, and restiff to the Rein.
 * Wou'dst thou their Courage and their Strength improve,

Too soon they must not feel the stings of Love. Whether the Bull or Courser be thy Care, Let him not leap the Cow, nor mount the Mare. The youthful Bull must wander in the Wood; Behind the Mountain, or beyond the Flood: Or, in the Stall at home his Fodder find; Far from the Charms of that alluring Kind. With two fair Eyes his Mistress burns his Breast; He looks, and languishes, and leaves his Rest; Forsakes his Food, and pining for the Lass, Is joyless of the Grove, and spurns the growing Grass. Rh