A horse, a horse, a sonnet for my horse! You must know who this is directed at; Sir Philip Sidney, in the Astrophil and Stella sonnets. #49, for instance: I on my horse, and Love on me, doth try Our horsemanships, while by strange work I prove A horseman to my horse, a horse to Love, And now man’s wrongs in me, poor beast, descry. The reins wherewith my rider doth me tie Are humbled thoughts, which bit of reverence move, Curbed in with fear, but with gilt boss above Of hope, which makes it seem fair to the eye. The wand is will; thou, fancy, saddle art, Girt fast by memory; and while I spur My horse, he spurs with sharp desire to my heart; He sits me fast, however I do stir; And now hath made me to his hand so right That in the manage myself takes delight. Which means that Henry V was written before 1586, because no one would have mocked Sidney after he was killed fighting the Spanish in the Netherlands.
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