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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.