horses are a bore, I begin to find, like everything else.
Always falling sick, or running away, or breaking one's peace of mind in some way or other.

Besides, I have been pestered out of my life there in Cyrene, by commissions for dogs and horses and bows from that old Episcopal Nimrod, Synesius.' 'What, is the worthy man as lively as ever ?' 'Lively?
He nearly drove me into a nervous fever in three days.

Up at four in the morning, always in the most disgustingly good health and spirits, farming, coursing, shooting, riding over hedge and ditch after rascally black robbers; preaching, intriguing, borrowing money; baptizing and excommunicating; bullying that bully, Andronicus; comforting old women, and giving pretty girls dowries; scribbling one half-hour on philosophy, and the next on farriery; sitting up all night writing hymns and drinking strong liquors; off again on horseback at four the next morning; and talking by the hour all the while about philosophic abstraction from the mundane tempest.

Heaven defend me from all two-legged whirlwinds! By the bye, there was a fair daughter of my nation came back to Alexandria in the same ship with me, with a cargo that may suit your highness.' 'There are a great many fair daughters of your nation who might suit me, without any cargo at all.' 'Ah, they have had good practice, the little fools, ever since the days of Jeroboam the son of Nebat.

But I mean old Miriam--you know.