I can see he's not in your good books,' said the messenger. 'No, and if he were I would burn my library.
William ShakespeareHe's of the colour of the nutmeg. And of the heat of the ginger.... he is pure air and fire; and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him, but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him; he is indeed a horse, and all other jades you may call beasts.
William Shakespeare