A Horse, Lord Epsom did bestride
With mastery and quiet pride.
He dug his spurs into its hide. The Horse, discerning it was pricked,
Incontinently bucked and kicked,
A thing that no one could predict!
Lord Epsom clearly understood
The High-bred creature's nervous mood, As only such a horseman could.
Dismounting,
he was heard to say
That it was kinder to delay
His pleasure to a future day
He had the Hunter led away.
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