"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".
Henry V , Shakespeare
Look, when a painter would surpass the life,
Round-hoof’d, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long,
Venus and Adonis (289-301), Shakespeare
R. I. P., my lovelies...
and for the rest of us, let us never
take for granted what we already
have been gifted.