THERE was a landau deep and wide,
Cushioned for Sleep’s own self to sit on—
The glory of the country-side
From Tanner’s End to Marlow Ditton.
John of the broad and brandied cheek
(Well I recall its eau-de-vie hues! )
Drove staid Sir Ralph five days a week
At speeds which we considered Jehu’s. . . .
But now’ poor John sleeps very sound,