Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i' the receiving earth.
Learning will be cast into the mire and trodden down under the hoofs of a swinish multitude.
Horses have hoofs to carry them over frost and snow; hair, to protect them from wind and cold. They eat grass and drink water, and fling up their heels. . . . Such is the real nature of horses.
You, the strong, have I loved, though the marks of your iron hoofs are yet upon my flesh.