Grades 9/10:
No excuses:
Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them,
Printing their proud hooves i' the receiving earth,
For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings,
Carry them here and there, jumping o'er times,
Turning the accomplishment of many years, into an hourglass,
For the which supply, admit me chorus to this history,
Who, prologue-like, your humble patience pray,
Gently to hear, kindly to judge, our play.
Say it four times a day and you will know it by Wednesday!
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