The self-same route inclined,
And, minded all to march one way,
Made one great march of mind.
Gentle and simple, he and she,
And swell, and blood, and prig;
And some had carts, and some a chaise,
According to their gig.
Some long-eared jacks, some knacker's hacks,
(However odd it sounds),
Let out that day to hunt, instead