Exulting in his Strength, he seems to dare
His absent Rival, and to promise War,
Freed from his Keepers, thus with broken Reins,
The wanton Courser prances o're the Plains:
Or in the Pride of Youth o'releaps the Mounds;
And snuffs the Females in forbidden Grounds.
Or seeks his wat'ring in the well known Flood,
To quench his Thirst, and cool his fiery Blood:
He swims luxuriant, in the liquid Plain,
And o're his Shoulder flows his waving Mane:
He neighs, he snorts, he bears his Head on high;
Before his ample Chest the frothy Waters fly.