Classic Poem

Will th' unicorn, or savage bull,
The beast of pow'r and pride,
Tame to thy service, bow his will,
Or by thy crib abide?

Will he thy yoke or labour bear,
And meekly stand in awe?
Or with the plough thy furrows tear,
On vales thy harrows draw?

Because in strength this rural king
Is mighty, wilt thou yield,
That he be trusted home to bring
Thy harvest from the field?

To rule so rude an animal
Incapable art thou;
Presum'st thou then to rule the ball,
Or teach me so to do?