XLVI.

But these are trifles. Downward flies my Lord,

Nodding beside my Lady in his carriage.

Away! away! "Fresh horses!" are the word,

And changed as quickly as hearts after marriage;

The obsequious landlord hath the change restored;

The postboys have no reason to disparage

Their fee; but ere the watered wheels may hiss hence,

The ostler pleads too for a reminiscence.

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