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LINES Addressed to the Horse of the Right Honourable Lady Cawdor.

Proud of thy charge, O rare distinguish'd steed!
Pursue thy easy way with quick'ning speed:
Yet still observant of the prompting rein,
That guides thy airy movement o'er the plain.
Should'st thou with one false step betray thy trust,
Grace, wit, and beauty, would be laid in dust.