46271His eares vp prickt, his braided hanging mane

272Vpon his compast crest now stand on end,

273His nostrils drinke the aire, and forth againe

274As from a fornace, vapors doth he send:

275 His eye which scornfully glisters likefire,

276 Shewes his hote courage, and his high desire.

47277Sometime he trots, as if he told the steps,

278With gentle maiestie, and modest pride,

279Anon he reres vpright, curuets, and leaps,

280As who should say, lo thus my strength is tride.

281 And this I do, to captiuate the eye,

282 Of the faire breeder that is standing by.

48283What recketh he his riders angrie sturre,

284His flattering holla, or his stand, I say,

285What cares he now, for curbe, or pricking spurre,

286For rich caparisons, or trappings gay:

287 He sees his loue, and nothing else he sees,

288 For nothing else with his proud sight agrees.

49289Looke when a Painter would surpasse the life,

290In limming out a well proportioned steed,

291His Art with Natures workmanship at strife,

292As if the dead the liuing should exceed:

293 So did this Horse excell a common one,

294 In shape, in courage, colour, pace and bone.

50295Round hooft, short ioynted, fetlocks shag, and long,

296Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostrill wide,

297High crest, short eares, straight legs, & passing strōg,

298Thin mane, thicke taile, broad buttock, tender hide:

299 Looke what a Horse should haue, he did not lack,

300 Saue a proud rider on so proud a back.