"I will not change my horse with any that treads...

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's the color of nutmeg and of the heat of the ginger...

He is pure air and fire, and the dull elements

Of earth and water never appear in him,

But only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him...

It is the prince of palfreys. His neigh is like

The bidding of a monarch, and his countenance

Enforcers homage.

  William Shakespeare

  -From King Henry V. Act 3. Scene 7