"Do you give the Horse his strenth or clothe his neck with a flowing mane?

Do you make him leap like a locust striking terror with his proud snorting

He Paws fiercely, rejocing in his strenth, and charges into the fray.

He laughs at fear afraid of nothing; he does not shy away from the sword.

The quiver rattles against his side, along with the flashing spear and lance. Infrenzied. Exitment he eats up the ground ; he cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds".