And I’ll see how my favourites thrive.
“And what shall I ride in?” quoth Lucifer, then—
“If I followed my taste, indeed,
I should mount in a waggon of wounded men,
And smile to see them bleed.
But these will be furnish’d 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 poach’d away.
“I have a state-coach at Carlton House,[113]