Fastness

This is the end whereto men toiled Before thy coachman guessed his fate,-- How thou shouldst leave thy, 'scutcheoned gate On that new wheel which is the oiled-- To see the England Shakespeare saw (Oh, Earth, 'tis long since Shallow died! Yet by yon farrowed sow may hide Some blue deep minion of the Law)-- To range from Ashby-de-la-Zouch By Lyonnesse to Locksley Hall, Or haply, nearer home, appal Thy father's sister's staid barouche.