Let thy loveliness fade as it will; / And, around the dear ruin each wish of my heart / Would entwine itself verdantly still!

And while we stood beside the fount, and watch’d / Or seem’d to watch the dancing bubble, approach'd / Melissa, tinged with wan from lack of sleep, / Or sorrow, and glowing round her dewy eyes / The circled Iris of a night of tears ; …

The driver in the back is called the tillerman. The tillerman steers the rear wheels, allowing the truck to turn onto narrow streets and alleys.

Recently I met with the heads of human resources of Global 100 companies, and in a confidential survey they stated that their companies mis-hired people 80 per cent of the time and mis-promoted people 75 per cent of the time.