Mettled

"'Tis war thou bringest us," Anchises cries, / strange land! For war the mettled steed they train, / and war these threaten. Yet in time again / these beasts are wont in harness to obey, / and bear the yoke, as guided by the rein. / Peace yet is hopeful."

The mettled ſteeds, when from their noſtrils flows / The ſcorching fire, that in their entrails glows.

She looked, and saw one of the most graceful cavaliers that ever reined in a mettled horse.