Plain Tales from the Hills/In the Pride of his Youth

Stopped in the straight when the race was his own! Look at him cutting it—cur to the bone!" Ask ere the youngster be rated and chidden, What did he carry and how was he ridden? Maybe they used him too much at the start; Maybe Fate's weight-cloths are breaking his heart."

"If a youth would be distinguished in his art, art, art, "He must keep the girls away from his heart, heart, heart."