Whether to wend through straight streets strictly, Trimly by towns perfectly paved; Or after office, as fitteth thy fancy, Faring with friends far among fields; There is none other equal in action, Sith she is silent, nimble, unnoisome, Lordly of leather, gaudily gilded, Burgeoning brightly in a brass bonnet, Certain to steer well between wains.
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