Since ye distemper and defile <br />Sweet Here by the measured mile, <br />Nor aught on jocund highways heed <br />Except the evidence of speed; <br />And bear about your dreadful task <br />Faces beshrouded 'neath a mask; <br />Great goblin eyes and glue hands <br />And souls enslaved to gears and bands; <br />Here shall no graver curse be said <br />Than, though y'are quick, that ye are dead!<br /><br />Rudyard Kipling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-motorists/
