I like the mule: his sides are thin. He takes his ease in no man’s inn. When contrarieties are thick About his…

As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race, I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market-Place….

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here…

Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – and…

I I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; ‘Good speed!’ cried the…