LXXVII.

And when I think upon a pot of beer---- But I won't weep!--and so drive on, postilions! As the smart boys spurred fast in their career, Juan admired these highways of free millions-- A country in all senses the most dear To foreigner or native, save some silly ones, Who "kick against the pricks" just at this juncture, And for their pains get only a fresh puncture.[ki]