broken at last

  Then, broken at last, let swell their burly frame

  With fattening corn-mash, for, unbroke, they will

  With pride wax wanton, and, when caught, refuse

  Tough lash to brook or jagged curb obey.

    But no device so fortifies their power

  As love's blind stings of passion to forefend,

  Whether on steed or steer thy choice be set.

  Ay, therefore 'tis they banish bulls afar

  To solitary pastures, or behind

  Some mountain-barrier, or broad streams beyond,

  Or else in plenteous stalls pen fast at home.

  For, even through sight of her, the female wastes

  His strength with smouldering fire, till he forget

  Both grass and woodland. She indeed full oft

  With her sweet charms can lovers proud compel

  To battle for the conquest horn to horn.