“And what shall I ride in?” quoth Lucifer then;
“If I followed my taste, indeed,
I should mount in a wagon of wounded men,
And smile to see them bleed.
But these will be furnished again and again,
And at present my purpose is speed,
To see my manor as much as I may,
And watch that no souls shall be poached away.
“I have a state coach at Carlton House,
A chariot in Seymour Place,