Imperiously he leaps, he neighs, he bounds,..

His ears up-prick'd; his braided hanging mane

Upon his compass'd crest now stand on end;

His nostrils drink the air, and forth again,

As from a furnace, vapours doth he send;...

Sometimes he trots, as if he told the steps,

With gentle majesty and modest pride;

Anon he rears upright, curvets, and leaps,

As who should say, "Lo, thus my strength is tried."

William Shakespeare: 'Venus and Adonis