The right of way is fenced the ground you race across is rough you run too fast two strands of barbed wire on willow poles but she flies swifter than the lightfood wind the poles are crooked and badly trimmed no rough forester am I no unkempt shepherd guarding here whenever a crotch comes to the proper height check your swift flight the wire lays in it and where there is no crotch I will not chase so fast the barbed wire is lashed to the post oh stay I am no foe to fear with rusty baling wire...

And from Apollo came the master lyrist, father of songs, renowned Orpheus Pindar, Pythian 4 As I come to think of it Hercules was muscle...

don anaran aratge chaval dels mortz e dels nafratz Bertran de Born Quick your horse is ready the battle of the cheek it has begun and you...