Classic Poem

" And some are sulky, while some will plunge.
( So ho! Steady! Stand still, you! )
Some you must gentle, and some you must lunge.
( There! There! Who wants to kill you? )
Some — there are losses in every trade —
Will break their hearts ere bitted and made,
Will fight like fiends as the rope cuts hard,
And die dumb-mad in the breaking-yard. "
Thrown Away .