A mightie blacke horse, with gallant white winges,
Within his graund paunch beares many straunge things:
Hee oft doth trauayle for maysters auayle,
And caryes his bridle tyed fast to his taile.
In going hee flyes twixt earth and the ayre,
And oft, where they would not, his riders doth beare:
Hee hath diuers eies, and yet cannot see,
I pray you doe tell mee what may this beast bee?