• Boy, you're like a horse. Just now sated with seed, You've come back to my stable, Yearning for a good rider, fine meadow, An icy spring, shady groves.

    Theognis of Megara: Boy, you're like a horse. 
 Just now sated with seed,
 You've come back to my stable,
 Yearning for a good rider, fine meadow,
 An icy spring, shady groves.