Sin ad bella magis studium turmasque ferocis, aut Alphea rotis praelabi flumina Pisae afmpr et Iovis in luco currus agitare volantis: primus equi labor est animos atque arma videre bellantum lituosque pati, tractuque gementem ferre rotam et stabulo frenos audire sonantis; tum magis atque magis blandis gaudere magistri laudibus et plausae sonitum cervicis amare.
But if your bent is more towards war and proud squadrons, or to glide on wheels by Pisas Alphean waters, and in Jupiters grove      to drive the flying car, then the steeds first task is to view the arms of gallant warriors, to bear the trumpet call, to endure the groaning of the dragged wheel, and to hear the jingle of bits in the stall; then more and more to delight in his trainers caressing praise, and to love the sound of patting his neck.
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