Let the four winds from distant corners meet,
And on their wings first bear it into France;
Then back again to Edina's proud walls,
Till victim to the sound th' aspiring city falls.
--_Albion Queens_.
]

_Hunc_. Oh, no! lest some disaster we should meet
'Twere better to be married at the Fleet.

_Griz_. Forbid it, all ye powers, a princess should
By that vile place contaminate her blood;
My quick return shall to my charmer prove
I travel on the [1]post-horses of love.

[Footnote 1: I do not remember any metaphors so frequent in the tragic
poets as those borrowed from riding post:

The gods and opportunity ride post.--_Hannibal_.

----Let's rush together,
For death rides post!--_Duke of Guise_.

Destruction gallops to thy murder post.--_Gloriana_.
]

_Hunc_. Those post-horses to me will seem too slow
Though they should fly swift as the gods, when they
Ride on behind that post-boy, Opportunity.