AWWWWWWWw. This is about Cook! Someone always says she moves like a deer!

“She was iron-sinew’d and satin-skinned,
Ribbed like a drum and limb’d like a deer,
Fierce as the fire and fleet as the wind -
There was nothing she couldn’t climb or clear.”

A.L. Gordon, The Romance of Britomarte.

“I will not change my horse with any that treads on four pasterns. Ca ha! He bounds from the earth, as if his entrails were hairs, le cheval volant, the Pegasus, chez les narines de feu! When I bestride him, I soar, I am a
hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes… he is pure air and fire…the prince of palfreys; his neigh is like the bidding of a monarch and his countenance enforces homage. ”

- Shakespeare

and of course the infamous line that’s always taken out of context..

“A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!” - Shakespeare, RIII

That reminds a lot of a shel silverstein poem, which is much cooler so I feel compelled to share it with you.

Years From Now by Shel Silverstein

Too far away to see your face
as you flip through these poems a while.

Somewhere off in some far place,
I hear you laughing
and I smile.