An earthly dog of the carriage breed; Who, having failed of the modern speed, Now asked asylum and I was stirred To be the one so dog-preferred

Space ails us moderns: we are sick with space.

The dog barks backwards without getting up; I can remember when he was a pup

This officer was killed by someone who should have been deported when his asylum application failed,

asked me to take the car up to speed.

Two such as you with such a master speed, cannot be parted nor be swept away, from one another once you are agreed, that life is only life forevermore, together wing to wing and oar to oar.