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Anne Kingsmill Finch - The Man And His HorseAnne Kingsmill Finch - The Man And His Horse
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Within a Meadow, on the way, A sordid Churl resolv`d to stay,    And give his Horse a Bite; Purloining so his Neighbours Hay, That at the Inn he might not pay    For Forage all the Night. With Heart`s content th` unloaded Steed Began to neigh, and frisk, and feed;    For nothing more he car`d, Since none of all his Master`s breed E`er found such Pasture, at their need,    Or half so well had far`d. When, in the turning of a Hand, Out comes the Owner of the Land,    And do`s the Trespass eye; Which puts poor Bayard to a Stand, For now his Master do`s command    Him to return and fly. But Hunger quick`ning up his Wit, And Grass being sweeter than the Bit,    He to the Clown reply`d; Shall I for you this Dinner quit, Who to my Back hard Burdens fit,    And to the Death wou`d ride? No; shou`d I as a Stray be found, And seiz`d upon forbidden Ground,    I`ll on this Spot stand still; For tho` new Riders shou`d abound, (Or did Mankind this Field surround)    They cou`d but use me ill. Urge no Man to despair; lest in the Fit He with some Counterblow thy Head may hit.
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