Astrophel and Stella - Sonnet XLIX
I on my horse, and Loue on me, doth trie Our horsemanships, while by strange worke I proue A horsman to my horse, a horse to Loue, And now mans wrongs in me, poor beast! descrie. The raines wherewith my rider doth me tie Are humbled thoughts, which bit of reuerence moue, Curb'd-in with feare, but with gilt bosse aboue Of hope, which makes it seem fair to the eye: The wand is will; thou, Fancie, saddle art, Girt fast by Memorie; and while I spurre My horse, he spurres with sharpe desire my hart. He sits me fast, howeuer I do sturre, And now hath made me to his hand so right, That in the manage my selfe take delight.
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