Not like slow Germany, wherein they muddle

Along the road,[552] as if they went to bury

Their fare; and also pause besides, to fuddle

With "schnapps"—sad dogs! whom "Hundsfot," or "Verflucter,"[553]

Affect no more than lightning a conductor.[KH]

LXXII.

Now there is nothing gives a man such spirits,

Leavening his blood as cayenne doth a curry,

As going at full speed—no matter where its

Direction be, so 't is but in a hurry,