About France! Why do you reject the embrace of friends? How dearly we Want your breast to touch — to set Foot on the soft earth of yours! And you, in your arrogant pride, Like a horse, a bridle is not humble, — Taken, we kicked.
I chegoj not understand. to Touch the chest = to go in front. If the horse kicks, you are suddenly approached her from behind. So which side William our Shakespeare in France to call wanted?! )))