What Right Had They To Make Me

My Troubles Are All Over, And I Am At Home; And Often Before I Am Quite Awake, I Fancy I Am Still In The Orchard At Birtwick, Standing With My Friends Under The Apple Trees.

Though I Am An Old Horse, And Have Seen And Heard A Great Deal, I Never Yet Could Make Out Why Men Are So Fond Of This Sport; They Often Hurt Themselves, Often Spoil Good Horses, And Tear Up The Fields, And All For A Hare, Or A Fox, Or A Stag, That They Could Get More Easily Some Other Way; But We Are Only Horses, And Don't Know.

If You Get Into The Habit Of Being Quick It Is Just As Easy As Being Slow.

Oh! If People Knew What A Comfort To A Horse A Light Hand Is.

Do You Know Why This World Is As Bad As It Is?... It Is Because People Think Only About Their Own Business, And Won't Trouble Themselves To Stand Up For The Oppressed, Nor Bring The Wrong-doers To Light... My Doctrine Is This, That If We See Cruelty Or Wrong That We Have The Power To Stop, And Do Nothing, We Make Ourselves Sharers In The Guilt.