LXXVII.

And when I think upon a pot of beer——

But I won't weep!—and so drive on, postilions!

As the smart boys spurred fast in their career,

Juan admired these highways of free millions—

A country in all senses the most dear

To foreigner or native, save some silly ones,

Who "kick against the pricks" just at this juncture,

And for their pains get only a fresh puncture.[KI]

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