The
MAN
and
his
HORSE
.
WIthin
a
Meadow
,
on
the
way
,
A
fordid
Churl
resolv'd
to
stay
,
And
give
his
Horse
a
Bite
;
Purloining
so
his
Neighbours
Hay
,
That
at
the
Inn
he
might
not
pay
For
Forage
all
the
Night
.
With
Heart's
content
th'
unloaded
Steed
Began
to
neigh
,
and
frisk
,
and
feed
;
For
nothing
more
he
car'd
,
Since
none
of
all
his
Master's
breed
E'er
sound
such
Pasture
,
at
their
need
,
Or
half
so
well
had
far'd
.
When
,
in
the
turning
of
a
Hand
,
Out
comes
the
Owner
of
the
Land
,
And
do's
the
Trespass
eye
;
Which
puts
poor
Bayard
to
a
Stand
,
For
now
his
Master
do's
command
Him
to
return
and
fly
.
But
Hunger
quick'ning
up
his
Wit
,
And
Grass
being
sweeter
than
the
Bit
,
He
to
the
Clown
reply'd
:
Shall
I
for
you
this
Dinner
quit
,
Who
to
my
Back
hard
Burdens
sit
,
And
to
the
Death
wou'd
ride
?
No
;
shou'd
I
as
a
Stray
be
found
,
And
seiz'd
upon
forbidden
Ground
,
I'll
on
this
Spot
stand
still
;
For
tho'
new
Riders
shou'd
abound
,
(
Or
did
Mankind
this
Field
surround
)
They
cou'd
but
use
me
ill
.
Urge
no
Man
to
despair
;
lest
in
the
Fit
He
with
some
Counterblow
thy
Head
may
hit
.