Mean time remember, lifeless drone!
I carry Bucks and Bloods alone.
And oh! when ’er the weather’s friendly,
What inn at Wallingford or Henley,
But still my vast importance feels,
And gladly greets my entring wheels.
And think, obedient to the throng,
How yon gay streets we sneak along:
While all with envious wonder view
The corner turn’d so quick and true.’