Whether to wend through straight streets strictly, <br />Trimly by towns perfectly paved; <br />Or after office, as fitteth thy fancy, <br />Faring with friends far among fields; <br />There is none other equal in action, <br />Sith she is silent, nimble, unnoisome, <br />Lordly of leather, gaudily gilded, <br />Burgeoning brightly in a brass bonnet, <br />Certain to steer well between wains.<br /><br />Rudyard Kipling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-advertisement/
